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CAKE ME BACK TO
OLD MONTANA.
Take me back to old Montana.
Take me where there ain t no subways.
Where there's plenty room and air;
Nor no forty-story shacks;
Where there's cottonwood an' pine trees, Where they shy at automobiles,
Bitter root and prickly pear;
Where there ain't no pomp nor glitter,
Dudes, plug hats an' three-rail tracks
Where the old sun-tanned prospector,
Where a shilling 's called a "bit,'
Where at night the magpies twitter,
Dreams of wealth an' pans his dirt,
Where the sleepy night-herd puncher.
Where the Injun fights were fit.
Sings to steers and plies his quirt.
Take me back where the sage is plenty.
Take me where there's diamond hitches
Where there's rattlesnakes and ticks;
Ropes an' brands an' ca'tridge belts
Where a stack of "whites cost twenty.
Where the boys wear chapps for britches.
Where they don't sell gilded bricks:
Flannel shirts an' Stetson felts,
Where the old Missouri river,
Land of alfalfa an' copper!
An' the muddy Yellowstone,
Land of sapphire an' gold!
Make green patches in the Bad Lands,
Take me back to dear Montana,
Where old Sittin' Bull was known.
Let me die there when I'm old.
J. C. Cory
Back:
73771
SPOKANE, WASH.
ROBBINS CO.
C. T. AMERICAN ART COLORED
PUBLISHED BY J. L.
CIRC
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