My friend Wayne has a wonderful story, (probably apocryphal) he tells about this song. He woke up one morning in Nashville, and looked out his window… it had snowed during the night, and the snow on the roofs of the adjacent apartments reminded him of his boyhood in Montana. He turned and picked up his guitar and sang the song from top to bottom and has never changed a word or a note since. I sing a slightly different version.
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