| My home’s in Montana, I wear a bandana
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| My spurs are silver, my horse is a bay
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| And I’ve been a-roamin' all over Wyomin'
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| There’s plenty of work, but there ain’t too much pay
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| Me and a few boys we signed on at Dubois
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| To feed through the winter and camp out awhile
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| Come a hard hittin' norther from the Montana border
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| We tallied the frozen ones mile after mile
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| Well they give you your three squares and a bunk to sleep there
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| And just enough wages to keep you around
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| But with no place to spend it and nowhere to send it
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| You can stay out of debt if you stay out of town
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| It’s horses and cattle and a double rig saddle
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| With a stout line, a catch twine, and a good ropin' arm
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| Wherever there’s ranches, I’ve been takin' my chances
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| From sunrise to sunset since the day I was born
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| We struck out for Laramie early one Saturday
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| Spring was a breakin' the grass turnin' green
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| Well, I took a hand in some fast movin' brandin'
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| When they offered top wages at the Bar Seventeen
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| We followed a rodeo clear up to Codeo
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| Tryin' to ride me a bronco or two
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| Well, I busted some hosses for two or three bosses
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| And lost all the wages that ever I drew
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| Well it’s hell and high water for the Idaho border
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| Where I’ve got a gal if that letter don’t lie
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| If she gives me a reason to stay through the season
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| I’ll take her to Elko when the snow starts to fly
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| It’s horses and cattle and a double rig saddle
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| With a stout line, a catch twine, and a good ropin' arm
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| Wherever there’s ranches, I’ve been takin' my chances
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| From sunrise to sunset since the day I was born |