Wookie Garcia

Lyrics

It’s finally the weekend and we’re headed for the bar
Our own best band is playing at 11:00 PM they start
And here comes Buddy, here comes Jerry on guitar

The crowd is getting restless as they call out his name
With a black trench coat and 10 gallon hat he finally takes the stage
Here comes a legend, here comes the last of the grown men

Goodnight Montana
I hope the devil didn’t lie
Goodnight Montana
Goodnight
Goodnight Montana
I know that everything will be alright
Goodnight Montana
Goodnight

Some find life worth living some just live to die
For those that keep reaching for something that something is never too high
There goes a legend, there goes the last of the grown men

Goodnight Montana
I hope the devil didn’t lie
Goodnight Montana
Goodnight
Goodnight Montana
I know that everything will be alright
Goodnight Montana
Goodnight

Words and music by Kyle Ince
© 2011 Psychic Artist Music (ASCAP)