Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
Bill Staines
All the city lights, they burn outside our window
With the fleeing of an autumn afternoon
I'll shed a tear if I look down upon our river
Feeling close and knowing I'll be going soon
I grew lonesome on the road
Until I met you here that night;
We talked and drank some wine
And I was blinded in your light;
But there's a lady, in Montana
And I love her, so I must be going home
I should have kept on going when I had the mind to
I should have left you here so many times before;
Now your eyes reflect a face that's quite unknowing
If this pain inside is worth the open door
But the highway's ringing clear
And the morning sun is low
Blue November winds are blowing
I must leave before the snow
Cause there's a lady in Montana
And I love her, so I must be going home
There were many times I wanted to forget her
In the early morning hours here with you
But my heart, it lies among the Rocky Mountains
With a lady there who's always been so true
I could hold you here forever
I could try and find a way
We could spend our time together
But it's morning, and I pray
That there's a lady in Montana
And I love her, so I must be going home
There's a lady in Montana
And I love her, so I must be going home
I Must Be Going Home was written by Bill Staines.
A kind of a love song — some may be able to identify with it.
Situations like this one occasionally happen and never leave you quite the
same. -Liner notes