Montana Cowgirl
For many long years I’ve played a lone hand
I rode my horse in many strange lands
Until one day I stopped for awhile
For two warm eyes and a sunny smile
So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong
One day I rode away from home
I’m a’ traveling back and it won’t be long
I’ll see you again in a little while
You’re my darling sweet, my welcome smile
So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong
So howl away you old coyote
I hear your sad and lonesome song
You’re calling me back to old Montana
Back to those hills where I belong
October 29th, 2006 at 5:29 pm
She calls to me all the time…I miss her horribly. I’m glad you share the pictures that help me feel like Montana’s still close.
October 30th, 2006 at 7:09 am
They really do look good. Hope you aren’t getting the snow this morning. JUst windy and cold here.
October 30th, 2006 at 8:23 am
I miss being out of the city so much. Thanks Karen.
November 1st, 2006 at 8:32 am
Those calves are looking really good! and Mama should get the credit!:)
November 4th, 2006 at 1:33 am
Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting, I’ve kind of been neglecting it because I’ve been putting a lot of my photos on Flickr. I need to integrate it somehow. Anyways, this is a great shot, really shows the hustle and bustle and confusion the cows must be in. Kind of like a shot of Times Square, Montana style. I guess that’s a stretch…