| I’ve been ramblin' out Montana way
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| Tryin' to live on a cow punchers pay
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| Been changin' them dams in the new summer hay
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| Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day
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| I’ll tell you my story I’d be on my way
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| But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day
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| Out here in the fields while the water runs down
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| With the sun high above me and the sky all around
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| I’m dreamin' my dreams of the Canada line
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| And the places I’d go if the money was mine
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| I’ll tell you my story…
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| Come Saturday night well you draw out some pay
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| Then you go into town just to throw it away
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| And when the end of the month comes rolling your way
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| Well you ain’t got much left on six bucks a day
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| I’ll tell you my story…
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| Now if I drew out my time and I paid off my debts
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| I couldn’t get to Great Falls on what I have left
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| But I’ve got me no choice when them diesel horns blow
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| Come a wind from the highway I got to pack up and go
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| Yeah money or none at all they can’t hold me this way
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| For my blankets are rolled and tied and I’m leavin' today |