| Up before the sunrise |
| It’s a rocky road back home |
| The dust won’t be near settled |
| As where we just come from |
| I’ll keep my promise to you |
| Just like I said I would |
| And lay you 'neath the pecan trees |
| And hang your spurs for good |
| Say goodbye to Montana |
| Where the northers always blow |
| The paint brush will be blummin' |
| By the time I get you home |
| We drove a herd from Texas |
| To the big Montana sky |
| I swear sometimes I wondered |
| If we make it here alive |
| I wish I could of told you |
| That you were my best friend |
| I guess you always knew that |
| But we were both to tough to bend |
| Say goodbye to Montana |
| Where the northers always blow |
| The paint brush will be blummin' |
| By the time I get you home |
| All honor to the cowboy |
| Your praises, they will sing |
| 'Cause you never sold your saddle |
| And that’s the most important thing |
| Adios Montana |
| Where the northers always blow |
| The paint brush will be blummin |
| By the time I get you home |