(:groupheader:)(:Summary:{$:By} {$:Written}:) (:By:Hoyt Axton:) (:Ref:Wikipedia:Hoyt_Axton:) (:Performed:Arlo Guthrie:) ||: I've [G]been to [C]wild Mon[G]tana, I [C]went there in a [G]storm My boots were [C]Texas [Bb]leather, [F]mm, My Levis wet and [C]torn <:vspace> I [G]loved it [C]in Mon[G]tana, I [G]loved it in the [C]storm I [G]think I'm gonna [C]cross that [Bb]river, [F]mm, I just might be [C]reborn <:vspace> <:vspace> [C]New York, New York, winter, [Bb]sixty-one, [F]taking me a city ride [C F C] Somebody tall must of [Bb]put out the light, cause it [F]got real dark out[G]side [C] <:vspace> {ci:Chorus} {soc} [G]And I [C]never saw the sun until [Bb]seventy-one But I [C]never gave [F]up the [C]fight [F C] And I sure was glad when I [Bb]saw the dawn And [F]somebody turned on the light [tacet]Somebody turned on the [C]light[F C F C] {eoc} <:vspace> Women, wine, and [Dm]fast red cars, well, I [F]couldn't see to read the [C]signs [F] [C]Somebody said, "Whose [Bb]life is this?" I [F]said that it can't be [G]mine [C G] <:vspace> {c:Chorus} <:vspace> {c:Instrumental} [F C G C G Eb Ab Eb Bb F Bb F C] <:vspace> When the [C]world is wrong, you'd better [Bb]right yourself, it'll [F]make the dark clouds [C]fly[F] [C]Nobody tall can [Bb]put out the light, Just [F]don't let the spirit [G]die[C] <:vspace> {soc} [G]If you [C]never see the sun till [Bb]ninety-one, Don't-cha [C]never give up the [C]fight[F] [C]Sure be glad when you [Bb]see the dawn, And [F]somebody turns on the light Somebody turns on the [C]light[F C F C] :||(:groupfooter:) <:block>