I've been rambling out Montana way
Trying to live on a cow punchers pay
Been changing them dams in the new summer hay
Irrigating alfalfa for six bucks a day

I'll tell you my story I'd be on my way
But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day

Out here in the fields while the water runs down
With the sun high above me and the sky all around
I'm dreaming my dreams of the Canada line
And the places I'd go if the money was mine

I'll tell you my story I'd be on my way
But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day

Come Saturday night, well, you draw out some pay
Then you go into town just to throw it away
And when the end of the month comes rolling your way
Well, you ain't got much left on six bucks a day

I'll tell you my story I'd be on my way
But the savings are slow to come on six bucks a day

Now if I drew out my time and I paid off my debts
I couldn't get to Great Falls on what I have left
But I've got me no choice when them diesel horns blow
Come a wind from the highway I got to pack up and go

Yeah, money or none at all they can't hold me this way
For my blankets are rolled and tied and I'm leaving today