where nobody was running a race
Or rushing to find a finish line to
Everybody was so glad to be alive
And in the company of lovers and friends
Honey, you sure can shoot
You took the gold and the nude,
you got your fate on the ground
Crested dude, honey you sure are cute
And just like a worn out nude,
you got the living around
you're never sure what you're gonna find
And panning in the river,
you don't always strike yellow
But I could not lose, no,
Preston got the best of my city blues
She took me high, high, to the tip of life,
till everything fell over
Butte, honey, you sure can shoot
You took the gold and the lewd,
you got your feet on the ground
Butte, honey, you sure are cute
And just like a worn out moon,
Butte, honey, you sure can shoot
You took the gold and the loot,
you got your feet on the ground
Crested dude, honey, you sure are cute
And just like a worn -out dude,