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Wild Montana Skies

John Denver
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
  )  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )
  D He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the G early morning
 (
  )rain
  D Wild geese over the water, heading north and home A again
  Bringin' a D warm wind from the south, bringin' the G first taste
 of the D spring
  His mother took him to her breast and A softly she did D sing
 (
  )Oh,  (
  )Montana,  (
  )give  this child
   (
  )home
  Give him the G love of a good A family and a D woman
 of his D7 own
  Give him a G fire in his A heart, give him a D light
 in his G eyes
  Give him the D wild wind for a brother and the A wild
 Montana (
  )skies
  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )
  D His mother died that summer and he G never learned to D cry
  D He never knew his father and he never did ask A why
  He D never knew the answers that would G make an easy D way
  But he learned to know the wilderness and to A be a man that
 (
  )way
  His mother's brother took him in to his G family and his D home
  Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his
 (
  )own
  And he D learned to be a farmer and he G learned to love the
 (
  )land
  And he learned to read the seasons and he A learned to make a
 (
  )stand
  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )
  D On the eve of his 21st birthday, he G set out on his D own
  D He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back A home
  Ridin' a D storm across the mountains and in G achin' in his
 (
  )heart
  Said he came to turn the pages and to A make a brand new D start
  Now he never told the story of the G time that he was D gone
  Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a A john
  There was D something in the city that he G said he couldn't
 (
  )breathe
  There was something in the country that he A said he couldn't
 (
  )leave
  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )  (
  )
  D Now some say he was crazy and G some are glad he's D gone
  D But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry A on
  Giving a D voice to the forest, giving a G voice to the D dawn
  Giving a voice to the wilderness and the A land that he lived
 (
  )on

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Readable chord sheet for Wild Montana Skies by John Denver

[D])  (
 [G])  (
 [A])  (
 [D])
   D He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the  G early morning
(
 [D])rain
   D Wild geese over the water, heading north and home  A again
  Bringin' a  D warm wind from the south, bringin' the  G first taste
of the  D spring
  His mother took him to her breast and  A softly she did  D sing

(
 [G])Oh, (
 [A])Montana, (
 [D])give this child
 [A] (
 [D7])home
             Give him the  G love of a good  A family and a  D woman
of his  D7 own
             Give him a  G fire in his  A heart, give him a  D light
in his  G eyes
             Give him the  D wild wind for a brother and the  A wild
Montana (
 [D])skies

  (
 [D])  (
 [G])  (
 [A])  (
 [D])
   D His mother died that summer and he  G never learned to  D cry
   D He never knew his father and he never did ask  A why
  He  D never knew the answers that would  G make an easy  D way
  But he learned to know the wilderness and to  A be a man that
(
 [D])way
  His mother's brother took him in to his  G family and his  D home
  Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his
(
 [A])own
  And he  D learned to be a farmer and he  G learned to love the
(
 [D])land
  And he learned to read the seasons and he  A learned to make a
(
 [D])stand
  (
 [D])  (
 [G])  (
 [A])  (
 [D])
   D On the eve of his 21st birthday, he  G set out on his  D own
   D He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back  A home
  Ridin' a  D storm across the mountains and in  G achin' in his
(
 [D])heart
  Said he came to turn the pages and to  A make a brand new  D start
  Now he never told the story of the  G time that he was  D gone
  Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a  A john
  There was  D something in the city that he  G said he couldn't
(
 [D])breathe
  There was something in the country that he  A said he couldn't
(
 [D])leave
  (
 [D])  (
 [G])  (
 [A])  (
 [D])
   D Now some say he was crazy and  G some are glad he's  D gone
   D But some of us will miss him and we'll try to carry  A on
  Giving a  D voice to the forest, giving a  G voice to the  D dawn
  Giving a voice to the wilderness and the  A land that he lived
(
 [D])on

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