Oh my god, better rest my soul
Gonna ride the wind to the Southern depot
I ride Junk cause it rides the best
and I hope to my soul that it don't turn west
I seen this place so many times before
The names have all changed they ain't here no more
Winter is on and it's getting cold
And old Montana just ain't my home
A dollar bill is a funny thing
You can spend 5000 on a diamond ring
But a diamond ring it will possess your mind
And leave you drifting with the sands of time
With the sands of time,
With the sands of time