The prairie is wide, it's a long way to Fargo
And even farther to Bismarck
We can take my Chevy but it's low on gas
So do you have a credit card?
I lost my job at the University
For photocopying my butt last week
Which I faxed to my boss but he knew it was mine
By your initials tattooed on my cheek.
My mom is angry and she kicked me out
Because I never pay my bills
She doesn't even know that I wrecked her car
I'm thinking about the Montana hills.
We could go to Missoula and find a job
You could wait on table, it wouldn't be hard.
And I could write the rest of my novel
So do you have a credit card?
The prairie is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I money to fly.
But I have a car and if you've got the cash,
Let's go to Montana, you and I.