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Montana

James Taylor

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   Intro:         
I'm not smart enough for this life I've been livin'                                    
A little bit slow for the pace of the dream.
It's not I'm ungrateful for all I've been given;
                                         D>A
But nevertheless just the same...
I wish to my soul I was back in Montana                                 
High on my mountain and deep in the snow.         
                                                D>   
Up in my cabin  over the valley  Under the blankets with you
Oo - ---ver    the ocean from here.( OHH OOH OHHH Oh.)
Oo- --- ---ver    the mountains from there( OHH OOH OHHH  Oh.)                
But who can imagine the scale of the forces that                             
Pushed this old mountain range up in the sky?      
Tectonic creation erosion mutation;  Somethin' to pleasure God's eye.              
The world is a wonder of lightnin' and thunder                               
And green of the ground as we fall from the sky.          
The old and new faces the tribes and the races...
                               D>   
Thousands of places to try..
Oo ----- ver the ocean from here.  .( OHH OOH OHHH  Oh.)       
Oo - --- ---ver    the mountains from there( OHH OOH OHHH  Oh.)                 
Bridge:
One sits and waits while the other one wanders
And squanders his time with a life on the road.
Down from the mountain across the wide ocean                 
The world is in motion and cannot be slowed.
Enough for today... the demands of the moment                                   
The thing on my mind is the work in my hand.          
Wood for the woodstove and water for coffee
                                           D>A
Somethin' I can still understand.
We got a few friends but not many neighbors                                
The trip into town takes us most of the day.      
And after "Hello"   and "it's sure good to see you"
It seems like there's nothin' to say
Oo ---- -----  --ver         the ocean from here.   

Montana

James Taylor