C G Am F Nobody's ever gonna pour plaster in my tracks F Dm G My exit will be clean when I vanish from the scene C G Am F You won't find any thumbprints to dust your powder into F G Just mute donkeys, still as statues in each saloon I've been through F G Am C Going to Dallas as far as anybody knows C G Am F Maybe Montana depending on the way the wind blows C G Am F No blinking red light on the line tonight or any night out in the future F G Kiss the people you hold dear forget that I was ever here C G Am F If word should reach you from the field, be cool, try not to talk out of school F G Make them beat it out of you if they want it, live like a pack mule F G Am C Going to Dallas as far as anyone's concerned C G Am F Maybe Montana depending on the way the roads turn G Em F And if they steer me wrong I'm just gonna play along F G Remember this when the time comes, try to let it soften the blow C G Am F Let me go to no haven anyone would yearn for F G Burn a hole in something for me, turn around and let me go free F G Am C Going to Dallas in the morning when the wind is fair C G Am F F F G G -> Maybe Montana if I've got enough gas to get there C G C G C G C