Attilio's rental car hums along the road
Chief Mountain Highway, where the miles erode
Radio plays those old country tunes
Alberta's wide prairies, the afternoon's in bloom
Past the open spaces, only silence speaks so loud
Open fields whisper, there's no room for crowds
Mountain peaks drawing closer, clear and high
Montana welcomes him, beneath this endless sky
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
North Browning is still far, flowers' smell in the clean air
Old highway seventeen, I have memories everywhere
It is the land of freedom, where the buffalo roam
Attilio's found a place he can finally call his own
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
Underneath the stars, the night's serene
Chief Mountain Highway, like a living dream
Montana whispers softly, welcome home
In the shadow of the peaks, he'll never be alone
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Attilio's rental car hums along the road
Chief Mountain Highway, where the miles erode
Radio plays those old country tunes
Alberta's wide prairies, the afternoon's in bloom
Past the open spaces, only silence speaks so loud
Open fields whisper, there's no room for crowds
Mountain peaks drawing closer, clear and high
Montana welcomes him, beneath this endless sky
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
North Browning is still far, flowers' smell in the clean air
Old highway seventeen, I have memories everywhere
It is the land of freedom, where the buffalo roam
Attilio's found a place he can finally call his own
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
Underneath the stars, the night's serene
Chief Mountain Highway, like a living dream
Montana whispers softly, welcome home
In the shadow of the peaks, he'll never be alone
Chief Mountain Highway, where the miles erode
Radio plays those old country tunes
Alberta's wide prairies, the afternoon's in bloom
Past the open spaces, only silence speaks so loud
Open fields whisper, there's no room for crowds
Mountain peaks drawing closer, clear and high
Montana welcomes him, beneath this endless sky
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
North Browning is still far, flowers' smell in the clean air
Old highway seventeen, I have memories everywhere
It is the land of freedom, where the buffalo roam
Attilio's found a place he can finally call his own
Rollin' into Montana, where the wild winds roam
Feel the heartbeat of the road calling him home
From the wild rose country, to the big sky's embrace
Attilio finds his peace in the endless prairie grace
Underneath the stars, the night's serene
Chief Mountain Highway, like a living dream
Montana whispers softly, welcome home
In the shadow of the peaks, he'll never be alone
Writer: Attilio Ceriali
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid