Uncle Bill was a straight edge razor man
He saw it as a test of will, and the skill in a steady hand
And the slip and the slap of the blade on the strap
Gave rhythm to my life
Can you hear the swish of the brush and the dish
And the click of a pocket knife
Don't recall a thing he couldn't do
He could plane a kitchen door till it was by God straight and true
He could tie a knot, he could tie a fly
Oh I wish you coulda seen him ride
And that half pint sidekick on his right
Just sidekicked riding high
Wild Bill and The Montana Kid
Like two old time buckaroos
My world turned on everything he did
And I sometimes wonder what became of the old Montana Kid
He believed in God and GMC
And a finer Christian soul you could never hope to see
And he judged your work by the cut of your worth
Not money in the bank
And he taught me how to rope and plow
And bow my head and thanks
He'd like to sit and reminisce
About people that he'd known and chances that he'd missed
He said the wounds will heal and the pain won't last
There ain't no future living in the past
And if you're doing something worthwhile son
Dammit make it last
Wild Bill and The Montana Kid...
Uncle Bill was a straight edge razor man
If I were half the man he was, I'd be twice the man I am
And I can hear the sound of a screendoor pounding
In my dreams at night
"And if you're doing something worthwhile son
Dammit do it right"
Wild Bill and The Montana Kid...
And sometimes on my best days Bill
I'm still the Montana Kid