In old Montana <br />Cowboys wear big hats and bright bandanas, <br />horses smoothly canter <br />as cattle quietly banter, <br />the cook makes sweet homemade pies <br />and everyone sleeps soundly under big clear skies, <br />they all love this land <br />where each cowboy is a top hand, <br />the cowgirls are always glad to see their fellers <br />and they never holler or beller, <br />they just help 'em off the horse <br />and rub their sore backs of course, <br />in the mornings, coffee's always hot in the cup <br />while the broncs out in the corral never-ever kick or buck, <br />the saddles are found to be warm and dry <br />and the hooley-ann's hit the mark on the first try, <br />someone's always humming a Western song <br />with anyone welcome to sing along, <br />and all the old trucks run and look great <br />there in the Big-Sky state, <br />everybody greets each other with a grin and a howdy! <br />there just ain't no need to fight or get rowdy, <br />there'll be a free dance each friday night <br />and plenty of cowgirls that are a wonderful sight, <br />ask anyone of them to dance <br />they'll gladly give a cowboy a chance, <br />then after the halibaloo <br />don't worry, the sheriff won't bother you, <br />if you can't ride 'cause you're too soused <br />he'll be happy to give you a ride, back to the bunkhouse; <br />- That's just the way it is up in old Montan' <br />where we all proudly ride for the brand, <br />and we're all grateful for the day of our birth... <br />here, in this little bit o' paradise on earth.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montana-paradise/
