I made my way to a little town To stay two weeks in a little house Down at the mouth of the river called Tongue Where it empties out from the mountains I came with eyes open wide And a box of words I couldn't rhyme I hoped to leave with an open mind And a box of songs for the hard times I asked some folks where the stories hide They pointed me to the mountainside There's a man over there by the mouth of the river And I heard a bear ate his side view mirror Another claimed at a funeral He told the grieving widow No one should have to sleep alone I've got a warm bed and pillow There's a man named Jack Russell Yes really Jack Russell He lives at the end of the road Where the stars in the sky And the flowers of springtime And the rain on your face Each rising day In a blaze of glory unfolds I forgot about Jack for a few days Sitting on the couch in my own big brain Bragging 'bout the beauty of the Big Horn slope To my propane stove and my window And then perhaps by happenstance I walked outside in my underpants I only ever wanted just to take a leek But the stars above reminded me There's a man named Jack Russell Yes really Jack Russell He lives at the end of the road Where the stars in the sky And the flowers of springtime And the rain on your face Each rising day In a blaze of glory unfolds So I went out looking for his Japanese car In a town of Chevys and Dodges and Fords I only had to walk a small town block Before it stuck out like a thumb in a parking lot So it was I met the mountain man 85-years-old with a steady hand He took me out right then and there And read me his obituary And it said Don't shed a tear it's not the end of my story I'll be here in a blaze of glory Where the stars in the sky And the flowers of springtime And the rain on your face Each rising day In a blaze of glory unfolds