(Tom Russell)

In the hills of Montana

There's a timber wolf howlin'

The rangers are prowlin'

For a woman alone

She'd run away from an Indian lover

He'll never recover

She turned him to stone

Chorus

She drank Canadian whiskey

Pure blended whiskey

She drank it like wine

Her eyes were the color of Canadian whiskey

Pure blended whiskey

So light brown and fine

Twenty years later

I heard of a woman

She's living alone

Up by Yellowstone Creek

And old Trapper John

Brings her cases of whiskey

Canadian whiskey

He says she never will speak

Chorus (Twice)