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(D) (G) (A) (D)
(D)He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the (G)early morning
(D)rain
(D)Wild geese over the water, heading north and home (A)again
Bringin' a (D)warm wind from the south, bringin' the (G)first taste
of the (D)spring
His mother took him to her breast and (A)softly she did (D)sing
chorus:(G)Oh, (A)Montana, (D)give this child a (D7)home
Give him the (G)love of a good (A)family and a (D)woman
of his (D7)own
Give him a (G)fire in his (A)heart, give him a (D)light
in his (G)eyes
Give him the (D)wild wind for a brother and the (A)wild
Montana (D)skies
(D) (G) (A) (D)
(D)His mother died that summer and he (G)never learned to (D)cry
(D)He never knew his father and he never did ask (A)why
He (D)never knew the answers that would (G)make an easy (D)way
But he learned to know the wilderness and to (A)be a man that
(D)way
His mother's brother took him in to his (G)family and his (D)home
Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his
(A)own
And he (D)learned to be a farmer and he (G)learned to love the
(D)land
And he learned to read the seasons and he (A)learned to make a
(D)stand
chorus
(D) (G) (A) (D)
(D)On the eve of his 21st birthday, he (G)set out on his (D)own
(D)He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back (A)home
Ridin' a (D)storm across the mountains and in (G)achin' in his
(D)heart
Said he came to turn the pages and to (A)make a brand new (D)start
Now he never told the story of the (G)time that he was (D)gone
Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a (A)john
There was (D)something in the city that he (G)said he couldn't
(D)breathe
There was something in the country that he (A)said he couldn't
(D)leave
chorus
(D) (G) (A) (D)
(D)Now some say he was crazy and (G)some are glad he's (D)gone
(D)But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry (A)on
Giving a (D)voice to the forest, giving a (G)voice to the (D)dawn
Giving a voice to the wilderness and the (A)land that he lived
(D)on
chorus 2x
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