Tom Russell In the hills of Montana Theres a timber wolf howlin The rangers are prowlin For a woman alone Shed run away from an Indian lover Hell never recover She turned him to stone Chorus She drank Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey She drank it like wine Her eyes were the color of Canadian whiskey Pure blended whiskey So light brown and fine Twenty years later I heard of a woman Shes living alone Up by Yellowstone Creek And old Trapper John Brings her cases of whiskey Canadian whiskey He says she never will speak You might also likeChorus Twice
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