Lyrics

Wheatland County Line


I'm heading west on 94
Into mountain time
Towards the red of a setting sun
In a big Montana sky
For ten long years I've been away
From sagebrush and plains
It took my mama's dying
To bring me home again

Where the Musselshell winds
Beneath the cottonwood trees
And the sight of those mountains
Will bring you to your knees
I know there will always be room enough for me
And mine
Across the Wheatland County Line

Alcohol became her lover
But it did her wrong
Her days were stolen long before
Her memories were gone
When I was still a child
She began to slip away
I lost her to her demons
But I'll be with her today

Where the Musselshell winds
Beneath the cottonwood trees
And the sight of those mountains
Will bring you to your knees
I know there will always be room enough for me
And mine
Across the Wheatland County Line

Grandma and Grandpa are sleeping by their stone
Under wide open spaces
The prairie embraces
Another daughter coming home

Where the Musselshell winds
Beneath the cottonwood trees
And the sight of those mountains
Will bring you to your knees
I know there will always be room enough for me
And mine
Across the Wheatland County Line
Across the Wheatland County Line