Sweet Montana Mornings

 (copyright 1975, 1992 Terry Hill BMI )
Walk down intro = IV (X3) to the I
          D                           G                   D
It’s a cold, gray Sunday morning in the city,
         D                            G                 D              
And I can’t see the sun shine in your eyes.
G                           A                 D                           Bm
The view outside my window’s made of cold concrete and steel
          G                   A                                   G - D
That stretches all the way up to the sky.
V2
I’ll tell you of the country where I come from,
I’ll weave for you a tapestry of dreams,
I’ll play for you a symphony of mountain melodies,
The music of the cold clear mountain streams.                   (Walk down  X1)
(Chorus)
                G                     A                          D
And I’ll sing to you of Sweet Montana Mornings
                  G                      A                         D                        Bm
Where the sun above the Rocky Mountains burns away the dew.
        G                       A                    D                Bm
I’d give up all my yesterdays and all of my tomorrows
         G                              A                            G                    D
For just the chance to spend one sweet Montana day with you.
 
Verse 3
I close my eyes and think of better places,
I think of better times and better days.
Gentle breezes blow across the meadows of my mind,
But nothing ever seems to show the way.                          (Walk down X1)
(Repeat Chorus)
 
Bridge
G                                     A                 D           G                       A                           D
We’re all alone and lonely in this city, a sea of faces laughs but never smiles.
          G                           A                           D                           Bm
The truth is that we’re staying here and leaving is for dreams,
       G                                                                      A
So come with me, we’ll dream away the miles.
 
Verse 3
And I’ll take you to the Flathead River country,
Where fish dance for their supper on the streams.
An ancient stand of timber reaches up to steal the sun,
And life is just as simple as it seems.
 
(Repeat Chorus)     (Walk down X3)