In the mountains of Montana,
I can picture you there,
With your face shining in the sun,
And your long blonde hair,
A place where your spirit can roam wild and free,
Montana, Montana, is where I long to be...
Now there are many other places,
That have their treasures to,
But nothing, Montana, compares to you,
There is fishing in this great big state,
Under wide open skies,
Where the air is crisp and clear,
And the eagles soar up high...
Montana, Montana, Your a treasure of your own,
Montana, Montana, Is where I call my home,
A place where your spirit can roam wild and free,
Montana, Montana, Is where I long to be.
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