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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/CQMranches 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...