There's horses on the prairie and there's pride out in the plains
There's stories in the hillsides and old ghosts still robbing trains
There's a mighty wind a'blowing but no one seems to mind out in the Big Sky
There's acres upon acres upon miles of open road
There's space enough to fill a city boy up to explode
There's room to spill your guts out here and nothing seems to echo off the Big Sky
In the Big Sky, I feel rhythm in my soul
In the Big Sky, where the making broke the mold for the Big Sky
Where river bends unwind and i get lost and then I find
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky
I just want a little taste of Big Sky living before I die
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky
I've got a friend in California doing 29 to life
There's shackles on his body but his mind is open wide
And deep inside these walls he knows he's never satisfied without the Big Sky
He's thinking and he's making up his mind to make a change
He needs to see the mountains and the wild open range
He's wondereing about the little things that he can rearrange to get to Big Sky
In the Big Sky, I feel rhythm in my soul
In the Big Sky, where the making broke the mold for the Big Sky
Where river bends unwind and i get lost and then I find
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky
I just want a little taste of Big Sky living before I die
I just want a little piece of the Big Sky