Montana Backroads

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[Verse]
       A                         
In an old pickup truck, with his hat
Bm
 pulled down
     D            E         A
He drives them old Montana backroads
     A                           
Remembering half-forgotten times, 
      Bm
and wondering where it's gone
D             E                A
And if he can still carry the load

       A                         
Now, the summer sun is setting, and 
Bm
the moon is on the rise
     D            E         A
As he pulls that old pickup into 
town
     A                             
And he parks beside the place where
    Bm
 the feed store used to be
D                  E             
And he heads for an old familiar 
   A
sound

      D           E               
Those honky-tonk bands still play 
A   A/G#  F#m E
old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A    
Sitting at the bar with his head 
  A/G#  F#m
down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#
Lord, he's so alone with his 
   E    A
memories

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       A                         
He remembers back in '33, or was it 
Bm
'34
     D            E         A
The year that he won the rodeo
       A                         
The buckle that they gave him, well,
Bm
 he still wears today
     D            E         A
For that Brahma bull that he rode

       A                         
But his riding days are over now, 
Bm
his back is getting weak
     D            E         A
And his eyesight, it just ain't as 
good
       A                         
As the days he'd spot a deer at a 
Bm
hundred yards or more
     D            E         A
And bring back a month's supply of 
food

      D           E               
Those honky-tonk bands still play 
A   A/G#  F#m E
old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A    
Sitting at the bar with his head 
  A/G#  F#m
down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#
Lord, he's so alone with his 
   E    A
memories

       A                         
Now the bar is getting set to close,
Bm
 they say he's got to leave
     D            E         A
But it feels like, Lord, he just 
arrived
       A                         
So he downs his last shot as he's 
Bm
heading for the door
     D            E         A
Getting ready for that long and 
lonely drive

       A                         
In an old pickup truck, with his hat
Bm
 pulled down
     D            E         A
He drives them old Montana backroads
       A                         
Remembering half-forgotten times, 
Bm
and wondering where it's gone
     D            E         A
And if he can still carry the load

      D           E               
Those honky-tonk bands still play 
A   A/G#  F#m E
old-time songs
D               E              A
Remembering how things used to be
D              E            A    
Sitting at the bar with his head 
  A/G#  F#m
down in his hands
    D                E
So alone with his memories
          D            D/C#
Lord, he's so alone with his 
   E    A
memories