MONTANA - JAMES TAYLOR
"Before This World"(2015)
Submitted by ClassicalfreaK

INTRO
  |  

             
I'm not smart 

          
enough for thi

           
s life I've be

   
en livin',
            
A little bit s

/         
low for the pa

         
ce of the drea

m.
          
It's not I'm u

#           
ngrateful for 

             
all I've been 


given;
          
But neverthele

             
ss, just the s

   
ame...

            
I wish to my s

/        
oul, I was bac

        
k in Montana,
          
High on my mou

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ntain and deep

        
 in the snow.
       
Up in my cabin

          
, over the val

#
ley,
          
Under the blan

             
kets with you.

         
O - - ver the 

      
ocean from her

  
e.
         
O - - ver the 

      
mountains from

  
 there.

         
Who can imagin

           
e the scale of

     
 the forces
             
That pushed th

          
is old mountai

           
n range up in 

    
the sky?
          
Tectonic creat

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ion, erosion, 

  
mutation;
          
Somethin' to p

              
leasure God's 

 
eye.

             
The world is a

       
 wonder of lig

           
htnin' and thu

nder,
             
And green of t

          
he ground as w

           
e fall from th

  
e sky.
           
The old and ne

         
w faces, the t

              
ribes and the 


races...
          
Thousands of p

         
laces to try.

         
O - - ver the 

      
ocean from her

  
e.
         
O - - ver the 

      
mountains from

  
 there.

         
One sits and w

            
aits while the

       
 other one wan

ders,
           
And squanders 

            
his time with 

           
a life on the 


road.
          
Down from the 

        
mountain, acro

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ss the wide oc

ean,
         
The world is i

           
n motion and c

         
annot be slowe

d.

          
Enough for tod

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ay... demands 

           
of the moment,
             
The thing on m

          
y mind is the 

        
work in my han

d.
          
Wood for the w

#          
oodstove and w

         
ater for coffe

e,
           
Somethin' I ca

            
n still unders

  
tand.

            
We got a few f

/        
riends but not

      
 many neighbor

s,
             
The trip into 

          
town takes us 

         
most of the da

y.
           
And after, "He

          
llo", and "it'

             
s sure good to

 
 see you",
           
It seems like 

             
there's nothin

       
' to say.

          
O - - ver the 

         
ocean from her

e.