Misc Originals – Curt Buchan - Mountains Are Calling (Guitar)

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Ever since I was knee high,

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Id run them creeks til they went dry,

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and Id go searchin for a better hole to fish,

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Ever since I got out of school,

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I’d been lost and felt like a fool,

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and I went searchin for a sign that I had missed,

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Well one hot summer took trip out west,

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And fell in love with the blissfulness,

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of the glaciers and the brisk mountain air,

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Montana was so good to me,

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she called my name for eternity,

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if heaven ain’t like that it won’t be fair,

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The mountains are calling my name,

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Accompanied by the whistle of a train,

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And the rivers are all flowing like a song,

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With a never ending beat that just belongs,

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And the Rocky Mountain elk sing the chorus,

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Their bugles echo through a half scorched forest,

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As the sun crests the pines like a flame,

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The mountains are calling my name.

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There’s something about casting a fly,

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To a cutthroat trout under that big sky,

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It’s poetically perfect in its own way,

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If you head on down to Yellowstone,

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You’ll find a valley where the buffalo roam,

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They were nearly gone but now they’re here to stay

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The mountains are calling my name,

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Accompanied by the whistle of a train,

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And the rivers are all flowing like a song,

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With a never ending beat that just belongs,

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And the Rocky Mountain elk sing the chorus,

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Their bugles echo through a half scorched forest,

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As the sun crests the pines like a flame,

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The mountains are calling my name.

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Those mountains have been calling my name,

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The mountains are calling my name.