It’s a long Montana winter
It’s likely to drive us both insane
And the livestock and the jukebox
Are the only thing to occupy my brain
And I readied out a motel room off of Highway 200
Just a-working right a job to earn my pay
And they never said this cowboy life
Was a good place to bring a wife
And I ain’t got a dollar to my name
And if that sounds good to you
And there’s nothing left to lose
Baby, that sounds good to me
And I’m living off a butane stove
Sulfur water to wash my clothes
And a leaky sink that hardly ever drains
And the closest town’s an hour south
And the prairie wind blows the power out
Just about every other day
And even though I’m broke
I’ve got more than most
Any city folk could hardly ever dream
‘Cause I’m a bona fide, range-driving
Honky-tonkin’, night-timin’ man
And that’s all I’ll ever be
And if that sounds good to you
And there’s nothing left to lose
Baby, that sounds good to me
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