Keep Me Montana

If I could pick a place to die
I wouldn’t think on it
I’d lay me under this big sky
Of sun and clouds and grit
I’d sing a mournful lullaby
But hold back many tear

And save ‘em for the sorry souls
Who never wandered here
Her wind-scraped land is in my bones
Her rivers made me free
And all the times I walked alone
Her spirit spoke to me