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