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