Montana Backroads

In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down

He drives them old Montana backroads

Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone

And if he can still carry the load

Now, the summer sun is setting, and the moon is on the rise

As he pulls that old pickup into town

And he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be

And he heads for an old familiar sound

Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

Remembering how things used to be

Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands

So alone with his memories

Lord, he's so alone with his memories

He remembers back in '33, or was it '34

The year that he won the rodeo

The buckle that they gave him, well, he still wears today

For that Brahma bull 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 supply of food

Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

Remembering how things used to be

Sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands

So alone with his memories

Lord, he's so alone with his memories

Now the bar is getting set to close, they say he's got to leave

But it feels like, Lord, he just arrived

So he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door

Getting ready for that long and lonely drive

In an old pickup truck, with his hat pulled down

He drives them old Montana backroads

Remembering half-forgotten times, and wondering where it's gone

And if he can still carry the load

Those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

Remembering how things used to be

And he tumbles through the door, and he falls down on his bed

Still alone with his memories

Lord, he's still alone with his memories