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When I was just a kid, in summer I would
ride |
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Across that wide Montana plain beneath
a big blue sky |
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My pony never stumbled, we ran before
the wind |
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When we crossed that empty plain, we'd
cross it once again |
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Montana Memories |
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Come to me like echoes on a breeze |
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Montana Memories |
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Or are they just my old Montana dreams? |
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2. |
We'd round up the herd and build a big
camp fire |
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Cut a dogie from the herd and brand him
with an iron |
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Late at night we'd sit around that warm
fire and sing |
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I'd climb into my bedroll, dream what
daylight would bring |
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3. |
I would go for rides, look for outlaw
sign or bear |
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Just 'cause you couldn't see them didn't
mean they weren't there |
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I could track and I could shoot an arrow
or a gun |
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And not run out of ammo until the fight
was won |
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coda |
Are they just my old Montana dreams? |
