When the Music City lost its charm
He moved to Montana and he bought a farm
Now he raises horses and writes his songs
And he’s happy as the day is long

It’s long way to go to get there
It’s a far cry from Nashville to his home in the Bitterroot
But his songs sound sweeter in the morning air
Beneath that big sky of sapphire blue

When your name is hot you’re king of the row
Anything you touch can turn to dough
It’s a windfall up, a quick drop down
Sure can be a cold-hearted town

It’s a long way to go to get there
It’s a far cry from Nashville to a peaceful valley view
To make his songs sound sweeter in the morning air
Takes a big sky
It takes a big sky of sapphire blue

Sooner or later everybody runs into a wall
You’ve got to find your way around it
Sometimes the only way around it
Is to walk away with your head up high
Start searching for more open sky

From the tip of your tongue to the point of a pen
Such a long way to go again and again
It’s hard to be clever day after day
To put a new twist on an old cliché

It’s long way to go to get there
He’s a far cry from Nashville at home in Bitterroot
I bet his songs sound sweeter in the morning air
Beneath that big sky
Beneath that big open sky
Beneath that big sky of sapphire blue