Look For Me in Butte
words;Bruce Phillips, music; Mark Ross

Chords tabbed by: Verne Garrison 08-17-08, Valley Park, Mo
Banjo tuned to E; Play Key D Moderate Tempo

    D                                G                 
As I walk these concrete canyons down in Frisco-by-the-sea,
                                    E                       A
There's lots of room for plutocrats, there's no place left for me,
   D                                       G
All the flops have gone for condos and the skids are down the chute,
      D                                  A            D  
But lookin' don't cost nothin' boys, so look for me in Butte.

                              G
Look for me in Butte, Montana high up on the hill,
      D                                      E        A      
Where it seems that you can live for weeks on a 20 dollar bill
     D                       G                        
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot,
    D                              
When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for,
                       A          D
                   Look for me in Butte.


In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the jungle fires have died,
Piggyback containers, there's no place a 'bo can ride,
All the bulls are gettin' surly, seems they're more inclined to shoot,
I'm tired of bein' civilized so look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte if you're lookin' anywhere,
Whatever I've been missin' it's sure bound to happen there,
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot,
When there's no place left worth lookin' for ,
                   Look for me in Butte.

And when my days are ended and my final race is run,
I'll think about the good times and all the things I've done,
When I'm packin' my last bindle down the Indian Valley Route,
If I don't get into heaven boys,
                  Look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte where my ragged soul can mend,
In a world that's full of strangers you can always find a friend,
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot,
When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for,
                   Look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte where the mountains kiss the stars,
I'll be drinkin' with the miners at the old Helsinki bar,
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot,
When there's no place left worth lookin' for,
                   Look for me in Butte.

Bessie put your bonnet on, let's go out on a toot,
When there's nothing left worth lookin' for,
                   Look for me in Butte.