Big Sky Country

I’ve seen the Blue Ridge Mountains rise tall
I’ve heard the San Francisco sea lions call
I left my heart in a dirty old bar
in Laramie, Wyoming, I slept in my car
And there were days when I thought; this is it
I couldn’t go forward, yet I couldn’t quit
I wrote this song with my love behind the wheel
but no matter how I sing it, it won’t tell you how I feel
From the red fields of Texas with their oil below
to the big sky country of Idaho
I traveled the highways where memories roam
of greatness and dreams
but now I’m going home
I felt the California sand between my toes
I smelt the sweetness of a Portland rose
But there ain’t nothing that compares, you know,
to the big sky country of Idaho
From the red fields of Texas with their oil below
to the big sky country of Idaho
I traveled the highways where memories roam
of greatness and dreams
but now I’m going home
In the heart of Alabama Walter kept his house
exactly as it was when his mama was alive
And thirty thousand miles
and four hundred something days
has left me with an everlasting love for this place
And there were days when I thought; this is it
I couldn’t go forward, yet I couldn’t quit
I wrote this song with my love behind the wheel
but no matter how I sing it, it won’t tell you how I feel
From the red fields of Texas with their oil below
to the big sky country of Idaho
I traveled the highways where memories roam
of greatness and dreams
but now I’m going home
I’m going home