Chance Peña - Montana

Well, we ^Emrode up from ^CLA to North Mon^Gtana Running from the heat of ^EmMay We packed our ^Cbags and we drove ^Ghalf a world away To a p^Emlace where all is ^Cwell and all your w^Gorries wash away Like the r^Gain ^{C G}

Well, there's s^Emomething about the m^Countain that they ^Gsay is good for your soul And I say ^Emhome is not a ^Cplace it's where your ^Gheart feels just most whole And I rem^Emember the ^Cway that wind b^Grushed across my face I was ^Ghome ^CI was ^Ghome

I've been ^Cblurring lines, feeling anxious, I sup^Gpose Nearly ^Clost my mind, but with open eyes I ^Gkno^Dw That I don't ^Emneed to ^Gdrown it ^Cout 'Cause I'm h^Emappy ^Ghere and ^Cnow Never ^Emknow where your ^Clife's gonna ^Dtake you Until it brings you ^Ghome ^{C G}