I long to be in the places that I see
in the pictures of my dreams
Where there's mountains full of trees,
meadows carpeted in green

Where the bear-grass blooms
In the spring-time of the year,
And the larch turn gold in the Fall
Where there's deer, elk and antelope
Beaver, bears and birds and the yippin'
coyotes serenade them all.

Chorus:
Yes, there's no place like Montana,
the Big Sky country, my home.
A place to set my spirit free,
a Rocky Mountain melody,
These things are a part of me,
Montana, Montana, my home.

Charlie Russell clouds paint sunsets in the West,
in colors of red, blue and gold.
Snow-capped peaks reach endless to the sky,
and the grain-fields with gentle breezes flow.

There's high mountain lakes, Missouri river breaks
and the open plains, where the buffalo used to roam.
It's a cowboy song, it's where Indians belong
God's country, my home sweet home.

I had a dream, of how Heaven's s'posed to be,
and when I die, that's where I want to go.
Cause there's mountains full of trees, meadows
carpeted in green, silent snowfall, clear running streams.