In Without Knockin'
Words and Music by Rob Quist


Inspired by a Charlie Russell painting, this song always makes me want to turn the van towards Montana ...


I’ll go in without knockin’ to the first saloon I see in this town
I’ve been in the saddle 30 days, oh, Montana bound
Ain’t no time to be polite, I’ll be spoilin’ for a fight
I’ll be buying beer, and throwin whisky down
I’ll come in without knockin and stay til the last dollars down

Seems like every time I cross that borderline
I kick and cuss and swear, throw my hat up in the air
And you know I’m feelin’ well, when you hear my rebel yell
Feelin’, devil may care

I’ll go in without knockin’ to the first saloon I see in this town
I’ve been in the saddle 30 days, oh, Montana bound
Ain’t no time to be polite, I’ll be spoilin’ for a fight
I’ll be buying beer, and throwin whisky down
So come in without knockin and stay til the last dollars down

I chose the ways of harder days with no time to regret
I never wanted nothin’ and I still ain’t found it yet
Been travelin’ through this country more years than I can count
I burned so deep afraid the wind might blow my fire out
So ...

I’ll go in without knockin’ to the first saloon I see in this town
I’ve been in the saddle 30 days, oh, Montana bound
Ain’t no time to be polite, might be spoilin’ for a fight
I’ll be buying beer, and throwin whisky down
So come in without knockin and stay til the last dollars down

I chose the ways of harder days with no time to regret
I never wanted nothin’ and I still ain’t found it yet
Been travelin’ through this country more years than I can count
I burned so deep afraid the wind might blow my fire out
So ...

I’ll go in without knockin’ to the first saloon I see in this town
I’ve been in the saddle 30 days, oh, Montana bound
Ain’t no time to be polite, might be spoilin’ for a fight
I’ll be buying beer, and throwin whisky down
So come in without knockin and stay til the last dollars down

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