White Butte Country Lyrics

The hills of White Butte Country
Are a pleasant sight to see
But the girls of White Butte Country
Got the same grandpa as me

So I split for Silver City
With my eye on Bridget Blue
But the boys in Silver City
Had their eyes on Bridget too

I was born in White Butte Country
Where the hills are made of clay
I lived my life without a wife
And expect to die that way If I was one lone sparrow
Nested in one lone tree
I'd make my flight into the light
And contented I would be

'Cause I got no letters in the box
No ringing on the telephone
No reason to keep living in
My White Butte Country home

I was born in White Butte Country
Where the hills are made of clay
I lived my life without a wife
And expect to die that way

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