Utah Phillips, can't get you out of my head.

"As I walk the concrete canyons here in Fresco by the sea
There's lots of room for plutocrats, but no place left for me
The flops are gone to condos, the skids are down the chute
But looking don't cost nothing, boys, so look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte, Montana, high up on the hill
Where it seems that you can live a month on a twenty dollar bill
Come, Bessie, put the kettle on. I've been out on a toot
When there's nothing left worth looking for, you look for me in Butte.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, the jungle fires have died
These piggy bank containers, there's no place a bo can ride
The bulls are getting surly, they're more inclined to shoot
I'm tired of being civilized, so look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte, if you're looking anywhere
Whatever I've been missing here sure is bound to happen there
Come, Bessie, put the kettle on. I've been out on a toot.
When there's no place left worth looking for, you look for me in Butte.

And when my life is over, and the final race is run
I'll think about the good times, and all the things I've done
When I'm packing my last bundle down the Indian Valley route
If I can't get into heaven, boys, you look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte where my ragged soul can mend
In a world that's full of strangers, you can always find a friend
Come, Bessie, put the kettle on. I've been out on a toot.
When there's no place left worth looking for, you look for me in Butte.

Look for me in Butte, where the mountains touch the stars.
I'll be drinking with the miners in the old Helsinki bar.
Come, Bessie, put the kettle on, let's go out on a toot.
When there's no place left worth looking for, you look for me in Butte."

~ Utah Phillips (written with Mark Ross), Look for Me in Butte.