It is finally summertime to stay (we hope!) and its been so beautiful lately! My gym lets me run outside while the kids are there, and luckily our gym is a half mile from a 5500 acre recreation area that is so wonderful. So I've been running there and doing random loops, going different directions each time, which is nice so it doesn't get boring, though I'm pretty sure with the views there I would never be bored.
A few weeks ago I heard a song on the local radio here and I had to stop the car and google to find out who and what the song is by some of the key lines. Little did I know that Shane already had the album on the computer so I listened to it again immediately. I cannot believe I haven't heard it before now (or maybe I have, and its just now the words are so poignant to me that I actually noticed the song). But now I pretty much consider it our theme song.
Western Skies by Chris Ledoux
My Nashville friends think I'm strange to make my home out on the range
Think it's nothin' but a God-forsaken land
Why don't you bring your guitar and family, move on down to Tennesse
Well, I just smile because they don't understand
But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain mornin'
Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by
They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies
I got peace of mind and elbow room I love the smell of sage in bloom
Catch a rainbow on my fishin' line
We got county fairs and rodeos, ain't a better place for my kids to grow
Just turn 'em loose in the western summer time
And if you ever held your woman on a summer's evening
While the prairie moon was blazin' in her eyes
You'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies
Bridge:
You ain't lived until you've watched those Northern Lights
Sat around the campfire and hear the coyotes call at night
Makes you feel alright
So guess I'll stay right where I'm at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat
But I'll come and see ya once in a while
I'll bring my guitar and sing my songs, sorry if I don't stay too long
I love Tennessee but ya know it just not my style
I gotta be where I can see those Rocky Mountains
Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly
I gotta live my life and write my songs beneath these Western Skies
When I die you can bury me beneath these Western Skies, Yippee-ay!
And for a little eye candy and a song about Montana, here is a video.
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