and oh how slowly new mexico grows
let a breeze take me there, let me be blown
i'm lost in tennessee and my mother knows
that coming back to tennessee is coming back alone
oh okay oklahoma, i'm yours now
give me cold dark wines and some peach bruised sin
find me in andarko, in jay, in bristow
and come find me oklahoma, again
all to go home to you, montana
i'll lay my bed in big horn's heart, breathe deep
montana, montana, montana
and i'll pray that it's me whose soul i keep
if i'm gone before you wake, leave it be
there's just still so much left i've got to see
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