Million dollar view with deer on the spit A 50 cal rifle and a bone dry kit Peace in the valley and bugles on the ridge Traps are sprung where the water flows The days are warm and the nights are cold The grass is soft and the moon is bright and big I don't need money I don't want silver Just give me clean air and the sound of a running river The only wealth I ever cared to hold Are these skies full of Rocky Mountain gold Folks back home are rocking by the fire Reading Robison Crusoe dream and admire This very life I'm living right now But is it rough on the mind and hard on the knees And if wasn't for nights like these I'd had long ago packed up and packed out but I don't need money I don't want silver Just give me clean air and the sound of a running river The only wealth I ever cared to hold Are these skies full of Rocky Mountain gold I don't need money I don't want silver Just give me clean air and the sound of a running river The only wealth I ever cared to hold Are these skies full of Rocky Mountain gold