RIFLES & PISTOLS. LUCK OF THE CLAW. GOOD BYE, COWBOY, THANKS FOR THE RIDE. I RAN YOUR RIVERS, YOUR MOUNTAIN PASSES, GRAZED IN YOUR MEADOWS, SMELLED YOUR WILD FLOWERS, TASTE OF YOUR CITIES, YOUR PEOPLE, YOUR BUSINESSES, DRINKED YOUR POLITICAL WATERS, AND BATHED IN YOUR STREAMS, I WAS COVERED BY YOUR HEAVY CLOUDS, HANGING ON THE LUSH MOUNTAIN FOLAGE AND FAUNA, YOUR STARS AND HARVEST MOONS, LIGHTED MY PATHS DURING THE NIGHT, AND YOUR BIG SKYSCAPES AND SUNSHINE KISSED ME DURING THE DAY, HOPEFULLY MY SPIRIT, LIKE A WILD MUSTANG, WILL ROAM YOUR LANDS LONG AFTER I AM GONE . . . GOOD BYE COWBOY, THANKS FOR THE RIDE. KISSES, HUGS, AND NOTHING BUT LOVE. STAY THE LAST BEST PLACE, BUT KEEP A PLACE IN YOUR HEART FOR SOMEONE WHO LOVED RUNNING WILD, FREE, AND WITH ABANDON, 'TIL WE MEET AGAIN, MAY THE TRAILS BE NICE TO YOU, FAVOR YOU, AND THE WIND BE AT YOUR BACK. FOR OTHER STATES . . . BUT FOR MONTANA, NOTHING BUT LOVE. TRULY GOD'S COUNTRY . . . HOME OF THE FREE, BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE! IN GOD I TRUST, IN JESUS CHRIST, I AM SAVED. GOD BLESS AMERICA . . .