Hi-Line Highway

Hi-Line Highway

It ain’t the Mother Road, but Highway Two will do.

you’ll hit the Mother Lode, when y’er passin’ through.

Windin’ from the prairie, up to the Great Divide,

rollin’ through the country, Montana high and wide.

Watches set at State Line, good old Mountain Time,

the slot machines are fine, you can spend a dime.

Cowboy on a bronc, they open up the gate,

the buzzer it will honk when he hits the other state.

Six hundred long-long miles, then add three more score,

before you get the smiles, you’ll havta’ add six more.

An elevator full of grain, standin’ on the plain,

a monument to the rain, a-waitin’ for a train.

Add a bar and a school, then you’ve got a town.

learn the Golden Rule, or drink until you drown.

Drive through open range, there ain’t no passin’ lane,

don’t need no interchange, just rows of wavin’ grain.

The Reservations roll by, no one wonders why,

a treaty and a lie, took it all but the sky.

The road just seems to vanish somewhere up ahead.

where maybe it will banish your trouble and your dread.

Your speed is just a number, Montana doesn’t care,

there’s crosses to remember, you see ‘em everywhere.

Race the Empire Builder, where Curry robbed it once,

Sundance was a bungler, but Curry was no dunce.

The Rockies will stand out, as you leave the plain,

it’s a damn good route, you’ll wish you could remain.

The Big Sky has its code, this road makes it true.

It ain’t the Mother Road, but Highway Two will do.

LDT Oct 2, ‘21

US Route 2 runs 666.6 miles across Northern Montana. It parallels the BNSF (formerly Great Northern) railroad’s Hi-line. My home towns of Havre and Glasgow are both on the route.

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