Whatcha Lookin' Fer
When summer fires can burn
a hundred miles of trees
and winter cold can lock
you into a deep freeze
What with all them rattlers
wolves and big grizzly bear
You might think it dang’rous
to ever come out here
If you're looking for air
to breathe that's crisp and clean
See clear to the bottom
of a cold running stream
Want to find where God spreads
his brush ‘cross every view
and painted a sky so
big he ran out of blue
If you're needing some room
to spread, this is the place
You’ll ride fifty miles and
not see another face
A cowboy can still ride
his hoss down the main street
and give a big howdy
to anyone he meets
People are willing to
give what help they can lend
So let me welcome you
to 'The Treasure State' friend
Cause here in Montana
you won’t meet a stranger
So there ain't no need to
worry about danger
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