Helena, Montana
You’re torn between two identities
never knowing which way you should go
You dream of being a big city
but you're afraid to let yourself grow
There’s some folks who want to be country
other folks want a fancier life
Live their life free out on the prairie
yet spend nights with the family and wife
They want cooking like taters and meat
but they need it froo-frooed up a bit
When they’re ready to sit down and eat
they’ll need a bunch of garnish with it
All the hipsters ride their bicycles
drink their micro brewed beer in the bars
Cowboys eat pig’s feet that's been pickled
but drive over price pickups and cars
Ride a hundred miles to Missoula
to go to them chain restaurants and shops
If they open up in Helena
they won't go ‘cause it ain’t Mom and Pop’s
If a far off place you want to jet
you know it's really quite an affair
You must take a plane so you can get
to an airport that can take you there
Lest you have watched fifty winter's melt
well you're still just a foreigner then
Though people that come from somewhere else
numbers 'bout nine out of every ten
Time for winter after just two weeks
of cold springs, hot summers and cold fall
With dry grass valleys, snow covered peaks
creeks that flood or no water at all
No use to keep whining or crying
I know my home is where my heart sits
There just ain’t no way of denying
that Helena, Montana is it
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