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He wDas born in the Bitteroot Valley in the earGly morning rain D
WiDld geese over the water, heading north and home again A
Bringin' aD warm wind from the south, bringin' the fGirst taste of the spring D
His mother took him to her breast and soAftly she did sing D
GOh, MontanAa, give this Dchild a home D7
Give him the lGove of a good family anAd a woman of his ownD D7
Give him a Gfire in his heaArt, give him a light iDn his eyes G
Give him the wDild wind for a brother and the wild MonAtana skies D D G A D
HiDs mother died that summer and he never Glearned to cry D
DHe never knew his father and he never did ask why A
He nevDer knew the answers that would make aGn easy way D
But he learned to know the wilderness and to be aA man that way D
His mother's brother took him in to his fGamily and his home D
Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own A
And he lDearned to be a farmer and he learned to loveG the land D
And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to makAe a stande D
GOh, Montana, gAive this chiDld a home D7
Give him the lGove of a good family andA a woman of his own D D7
Give him a Gfire in his heart,A give him a light in hiDs eyes G
Give him the wDild wind for a brother and the wild MontAana skies D D G A D
DOn the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out oGn his own D
HDe was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back homeA
Ridin' a stDorm across the mountains and in achin'G in his heart D
Said he came to turn the pages and to Amake a brand new starDt
Now he never told the story of the tiGme that he was gone D
Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a joAhn
There was someDthing in the city that he said hGe couldn't breathe D
There was something in the country that he saiAd he couldn't leave D
GOh, MoAntana, give Dthis child a home D7
Give him the lGove of a good familAy and a woman ofD his own D7
Give him a Gfire in his heaArt, give him a light iDn his eyes G
Give him the wDild wind for a brother and the wildA Montana skies D D G A D
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DNow some say he was crazy and someG are glad he's gone D
BDut some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry on A
Giving a Dvoice to the forest, giving a voicGe to the dawn D
Giving a voice to the wilderness and the laAnd that he lived on D
GOh, MoAntana, give Dthis child a home D7
Give him the lGove of a good familAy and a woman ofD his own D7
Give him a Gfire in his heaArt, give him a light iDn his eyes G
Give him the wDild wind for a brother and the wildA Montana skies D
GOh, MoAntana, give Dthis child a home D7
Give him the lGove of a good familAy and a woman ofD his own D7
Give him a Gfire in his heaArt, give him a light iDn his eyes G
Give him the wDild wind for a brother and the wild Montana sAkies D
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