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Slim

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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