There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around Where they throw the hoolihan and a bunch of beer cans All over that little cow town from Friday night to Sunday afternoon The party goes on nonstop Ranch hands and rodeo fans are drinking up the very last drop And they all head for Montana at the foot of the Great Divide To tie one up or tie one on or to tear it down or ride So if you're lookin' for a rondavue where the Wild West never dies You best make it on up to Montana on the right day in July
Now there's some college boys from Missoula here school is just let out They got a keg of beer on a tub of ice in the back of a brand new Scout Well they're all longhorns and as sure as you're born They'll be checkin' those honey's out And the girls in the cut off jeans might just show 'em what its all about And there's Indians from the ranches all dressed up in cowboy clothes Snap button shirts and silver belt buckles and boots with pointed toes Short hair Stetson hats swiggin' on a jug of Yellow Stone Well they look more like cowboys then the cowboys I have known And there's some hippies here from God knows where a puffin' up a cloud of smoke They got hair down past their shoulders and their clothes are a national joke They got beads and leather and bells and feathers and moccasins for shoes Well they look more like Indians than the real live Indians do And then there's barrel racers and a bull riders and bronc stompers to boot Struttin' their stuff like Peacocks out in back of the chutes Tight Levis fancy chaps spurs with five star rowels And the bull just stands there chewin' his cud lookin' wiser than a tree full of owls And they all head for Montana...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
