Nanci Griffith - Montana Backroads

      
 
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 In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
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 He drives them old Montana backroads
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 Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
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 And if he can still carry the load
 
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 Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise
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 As he pulls that old pickup into town
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 And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be
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 And he heads for an old familiar sound
 
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 Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
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 Remembering how things used to be
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 Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
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 So alone with his memories
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 Lord, he's so alone with his memories
 
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 He remembers back in '33, or was it '34
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 The year that he won the rodeo
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 The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today
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 For that Brahma bull that he rode
 
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 But his riding days are over now, his back is getting weak
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 And his eyesight, it just ain't as good
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 As the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more
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 And bring back a month's supply of food
 
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 Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
 D               E              A 
 Remembering how things used to be
 D              E            A      A/G#  F#m      
 Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
     D                E    
 So alone with his memories
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 Lord, he's so alone with his memories
 
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 Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave
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 But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived
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 So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door
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 Getting ready for that long and lonely drive
 
        A                         Bm             
 In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down
      D            E         A       
 He drives them old Montana backroads
        A                         Bm                            
 Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone
      D            E         A     
 And if he can still carry the load
 
       D           E               A   A/G#  F#m E 
 Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs
 D               E              A 
 Remembering how things used to be
 D              E            A      A/G#  F#m      
 Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands
     D                E    
 So alone with his memories
           D            D/C#   E    A 
 Lord, he's so alone with his memories