Montana Backroads

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[Verse]
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In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
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He drives them old Montana backroads
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Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
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And if he can still carry the load

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Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise
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As he pulls that old pickup into town
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And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be
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And he heads for an old familiar sound

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Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
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Remembering how things used to be
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Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
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So alone with his memories
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Lord, he's so alone with his memories

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He remembers back in '33, or was it '34
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The year that he won the rodeo
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The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today
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For that Brahma bull that he rode

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But his riding days are over now, his back is getting weak
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And his eyesight, it just ain't as good
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As the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more
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And bring back a month's supply of food

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Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
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Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
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So alone with his memories
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Lord, he's so alone with his memories

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Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave
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But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived
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So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door
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Getting ready for that long and lonely drive

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In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
     D            E         A
He drives them old Montana backroads
       A                         Bm
Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
     D            E         A
And if he can still carry the load

      D           E               A   A/G#  F#m E
Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A      A/G#  F#m
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
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Lord, he's so alone with his memories