1. Off to Montana

From the recording Off to Montana


Off to Montana
by Clay Hepburn

Crossin the border at the break of dawn
Heading south to Coffee Creek
Will we make it by the closing of the day
Eggs and bacon in a greasy spoon, hittin’ bars along the way
Motels all filled, there was no place to stay

CHORUS We were off to Montana to throw the Hoolianne
Maybe rope ourselves a dogie for short pay
Well he ain’t got a horse still he does the best he can
In a Ford V8 he’ll ride the range all day

He’d come upon a rancher’s gate, barbed wire blocked the way
He’d drive on through then close the gate behind hin
We’d see some cattle lowing in a coulee down below
Find a muddy draw and park out on its rim


Horizon was so far, the sky it was so big
He’d stretch out on the hood there of the car
Mama smoking cigarettes and I was in the back
But Daddy stayed outside to count the stars

We’d wake up the next morning and I see him standing there
Sage brush blowin’, a tear was droppin’ with a sigh
I said, “What’s the matter Daddy” he just looked at me and grinned
Said I got a little something in my eye


Years have passed so quick, that old cowboy he’s long gone
And those trips down to Montana we’d abide
I finally understand it was Montana in his eye
Hope he made it back to take that one last ride


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