Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
I can here the squealy dry bearings on that rusty ol’ windmill from way over here.
You can here em too, here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QML28YQBvyc
part 2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhYLfK8GSr0
Montana isn’t the only big sky country, I guess. Only spent time there once, flyfishing the San Juan and catching large rainbows on tiny, size 22, midges. Enjoyed it immensely!