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Slim was an old Texas cowboy
had traveled cross this country some
Said he roamed the range all his life
and to 'Montana he had come

Cause down south it's hard to figure
what caused so much stink and shoutin’
Wanted to see for he got old
this big sky, prairies and mountains

He'd heard about Little Bighorn 
where Custer fought them Indians
The Great Continental Divide
and secret Gates of the Mountains

There's this here place called Glacier Park
with its Going to the Sun Road
By being that close to heaven
could it really be all that cold

Then there's them three rivers where the
Missouri waters gits her start
And that Russell fella who paints
all them pictures of western art

Sure would like to see Yellowstone
they say that's quite a sight to see
Where water goes a shootin’ out
the ground hotter 'n ole Hades
 
Not to mention all them critters
like wolves, moose, elk and grizzly bear
Goats that can climb straight up a cliff
perch like a dab blamed eagle there

You folks got this here Chinese wall
a sight that I just gotta see
Thousand foot tall in the center
of a million acres of trees

Got some mountain canyons that are
bigger 'n most cities around
Herds of wild horses runnin’ cross
the land making a thunderous sound

At night they say a trillion stars
Twinkle over where thousands of Buffalo graze
Those critters move along so graceful like
through warm and sunny summer days

I said let me warn ya ole Slim
we got things here you won't believe
But once you lay your eyes on them 
you sure ain't gonna want to leave

Pert near twenty winters have gone
since Slim came to Rockin Bar J
I placed bitterroot on his grave
when we laid him to rest today

Slim might have been born in Texas
and that is quite all right by me
He died a Montana cowboy
in this place where he chose to be

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