Montana Rodeo

There's a rodeo in Montana where they come from miles around

Where they throw the hooligan and a bunch of beer cans

All over that little cow town from Friday night to Sunday afternoon

The party goes on nonstop

Ranch hands and rodeo fans are drinking up the very last drop

And they all head for Montana at the foot of the Great Divide

To tie one up or tie one onor to tear it down or ride

So if you're lookin' for a rondavue where the Wild West never dies

You best make it on up to Montana on the right day in July

Now there's some college boys for lazuli here school is just let out

They got a keg of beer on a tub of ice in the back of a brand new Scout

Well they're all longhorns and as sure as you're born

They'll be checkin' those honey's out

And the girls in the cut off jeans might just show 'em what its all about

And there's Indians from the ranches all dressed up in cowboy clothes

Snap button shirts and silver belt buckles and boots with pointed toes

Short hair Stetson hats wiggin' on a jug of Yellow Stone

Well they look more like cowboys then the cowboys I have known

And there's some hippies here from God knows where a puffin' up a cloud of smoke

They got hair down past their shoulders and their clothes are a national joke

They got beads and leather and bells and feathers and moccasins for shoes

Well they look more like Indians than the real live Indians do

And then there's barrel racers and a bull riders and bronc stompers to boot

Struttin' their stuff like Peacocks out in back of the chutes

Tight Levis fancy chaps spurs with five star rowels

And the bull just stands there chewin' his cut lookin' wiser than a tree full of owls

And they all head for Montana...