(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)