G Em C D
1) Up in Montana on the high Divide, where the 
mountains stand like Gods in the sky,
G Em C D
Where the air is so clean you can drink it, it seems, 
and the snow stays on 'til July,
G Em C D
There's strength in the sights and the Montana nights, 
that even a blind man could see,
G Em C D
And a man all alone could find his way home to 
something that he's never seen.
Em D Em D
Where the sun pores pure cross your sunburnt brow, and 
the mountains all seem to shine
Em C
Where the grizzly is king, and the coyotes still sing
D
To the Montana moon in the pines.

C G
Chorus: So if your life has gone stale, how 'bout 
hittin' the trail
F C G
And leavin' your street lights behind.
C G
Cause that high country wind is a-singin' again,
F C G F C G
Through the Montana moon in the pines, Montana moon in 
the pines.
2) Now I'm just a singer with miles in my eyes, I'm a 
rich man with nothing to show,
I spend all my nights singing love songs, to ladies 
that I'll never know.
I once lived the life of a rambler, I lived off the 
fruit of the land
But now I'm living on burgers and ol' skunky beer, And 
I get my kicks in a can.
But in my memory's eye I go flyin', Back to that some 
other time,
When the owls are a hootin' and the wind comes a 
shootin'
Through the Montana moon in the pines.
(Chorus)