Montana
Recorded by Dave Stamey

(Capo on 2)

Intro.:  |(D) |(G) |(D) |(G)

When (D)I was a kid the (G)snow would drift high on the (D)barn (G)
Before (D)daylight broke, I'd be (G)out with a bucket on my (D)arm (G)
And the (Bm)cattle would walk through the (A)dark and the cold
With (Bm) steam in their breaths and (A)ice on their coats
The (G)snow beneath my boots would (A)glitter and squeak
Over the (G)bones of the buffalo (A)buried so deep, --- Mon-(D)tana

(Chorus)
(G) My father gave me Mon-(D)-tana (D/C#)
(Bm) No matter (G)where I go it (F#m)carries me
(G) When I look in-(D)side I (A)see, --- Mon-(D)tana (G) (D) (G)

He (D)took us up there where he (G)said a man still had a (D)chance (G)
To the (D)alkali flats and the (G)mud of a hard scrabbled (D)range (G)
(Bm) My mother's mouth got (A)thin and hard
And the (Bm)sage grew up around the (A)edge of the yard
I (G)learned how to cuss and how to (A)spit like a man
I (D)learned the way dreams can (A)slip through your hands, --- Mon-(D)tana

(Chorus)
(G) My father gave me Mon-(D)-tana (D/C#)
(Bm) No (A)matter (G)where I go it (F#m)carries me
(G) When I look in-(D)side I (A)see, --- Mon-(D)tana (G) (D) (G)

(D)Summers we'd wade in the ditch (G) by the old county road (D) (G)
And the (D)birds would flutter and shriek (G) from the telephone (D)pole (G)
To the (Bm)wind in the cottonwoods (A)soft and gold
(Bm) We heard the ghosts of the (D)Souix and the Crow
So (G)much left unsaid between (A)Father and Son
We (G)packed up and left there in (A)seventy one, --- Mon-(D)tana

(Chorus)
(G) My father gave me Mon-(D)-tana (D/C#)
(Bm) No (A)matter (G)where I go it (F#m)carries me
(G) When I look in-(D)side I (A)see, --- Mon-(D)tana

(Chorus)
(G) My father gave me Mon-(D)-tana (D/C#)
(Bm) And (G)though I am all I'll (F#m) ever be
(G) Comes from this gift he (D)gave to me (A) ---

(Tag)
Mon-(D)tana, (G) Mon-(D)-tana (G) --- (A) -----