I ranch some cows, I raise some grain,
I stack my bails of hay
But it we can’t work it out
We may soon be on our way
I have some things to talk about
I have some things to say
If we can’t work it out
We may soon be on our way
From Cut Bank to Missouri’s Great Falls
That was the Blackfeet home
But silos dot the landscape now
Where warriors used to roam
I watch the children go to school
I don’t know what to say
But if we can’t work it out
We may soon be on our way
The silos in the pasture land
These silos don’t store grain
Silos store the Atom Bomb
Out on the Montana plains
They say my freedom rests on this
This land l work with my hands
But my fields hold what they call megatons
I shudder where I stand
I have some things to talk about
I have some things to say
If we can’t work it out
We may soon be on our way
The silos in the pasture land
Silos not for grain
Silos hold the Atom Bomb
Have we gone insane???
