Lyrics:

On a late winter night in Gardiner Montana, looking for some warmth and some beer
Went through the door, took a look ‘round the floor, wondering who we’d find in here

A couple of cowboys over at the bar, stare at their drinks in a trance
And there two girls sit, just over a bit, ignoring the cowboys’ advance

And there in the back, two hippies sat, hunkered alone in a booth
Just come into town from a month in the hills, looking and smelling uncouth

But the final part of the picture, at a jukebox over on the side
Was the central attraction of the evening, the catalyst to make cultures collide

In a white miniskirt and a tight sailor’s suit, 60 years old if I’m not wrong
Eyes squinted tight, swaying upright, erotic dancing to a Hank Williams song
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So don’t look at me like I’m crazy, and tell me there’s nothing to do
On a Tuesday night in Gardiner Montana, down at the Blue Goose Saloon


A cowboy yelled some unsavory comments at the dancer doing her thing
And she came right back on the verbal attack, my how that language did ring

Now the girls at the bar could have ignored from afar, defended the dancer instead
And rising together and smiling quite sweetly, poured their drinks on the poor cowboy’s head

Now the cowboy was faced with a moral dilemna, though action was required of some sort
His mother had told him you don’t beat young women, so that plan he had to abort

So he sat there a bit and he pondered and he thought, and he rolled things around in his head
Then got to his feet, staggered cross the room, and started beating on a hippie instead
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We grabbed our pitcher and went for some shelter by the pinball machine by the door
While the rest of the bar jumped into the fray in a pile in the middle of the floor

Violence was attempted and punches were thrown, but nothing was landed it seemed
‘Cause after a bit, they all got up to sit, and went back to their normal routine
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