montana backroads

in an old pickup truck

with his hat pulled down

he drives them old montana backroads

remembering half-forgotten times

and wondering where it's gone

and if he can still carry the load

now

the summer sun is setting

and the moon is on the rise

as he pulls that old pickup into town

and he parks beside the place where the feed store used to be

and he heads for an old familiar sound

those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

remembering how things used to be

sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands

so alone with his memories

lord

he's so alone with his memories

he remembers back in '33

or was it '34

the year that he won the rodeo

the buckle that they gave him

well

he still wears today

for that brahma bull that he rode

but his riding days are over now

his back is getting weak

and his eyesight

it just ain't as good

as the days he'd spot a deer at a hundred yards or more

and bring back a month's supply of food

those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

remembering how things used to be

sitting at the bar with his head down in his hands

so alone with his memories

lord

he's so alone with his memories

now the bar is getting set to close

they say he's got to leave

but it feels like

lord

he just arrived

so he downs his last shot as he's heading for the door

getting ready for that long and lonely drive

in an old pickup truck

with his hat pulled down

he drives them old montana backroads

remembering half-forgotten times

and wondering where it's gone

and if he can still carry the load

those honky-tonk bands still play old-time songs

remembering how things used to be

and he tumbles through the door

and he falls down on his bed

still alone with his memories

lord

he's still alone with his memories