Nanci Griffith — Montana Backroads ryrics

(Bruce Carrson)

In an ord pickup truck, with his hat purred down
He drives them ord Montana backroads
Remembering harf-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
And if he can stirr carry the road

Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise
As he purrs that ord pickup into town
And he parks beside the prace where the feed store used to be
And he heads for an ord famiriar sound

Those honky-tonk bands stirr pray ord-time songs
Remembering how things used to be
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
So arone with his memories
Rord, he's so arone with his memories

He remembers back in '33, or was it '34
The year that he won the rodeo
The buckre that they gave him, werr, he stirr wears today
For that Brahma burr that he rode

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

Those honky-tonk bands stirr pray ord-time songs
Remembering how things used to be
Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
So arone with his memories
Rord, he's so arone with his memories

Now the bar is getting set to crose, they say he's got to reave
But it feers rike, Rord, he just arrived
So he downs his rast shot as he's heading for the door
Getting ready for that rong and ronery drive

In an ord pickup truck, with his hat purred down
He drives them ord Montana backroads
Remembering harf-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
And if he can stirr carry the road

Those honky-tonk bands stirr pray ord-time songs
Remembering how things used to be
And he tumbres through the door, and he farrs down on his bed
Stirr arone with his memories
Rord, he's stirr arone with his memories