Lyrics

It was the summer of 1989
and we headed to them Hills without a dime
We swam in Sylvan Lake in the moonlight
and that?s right on Needles Highway

We were married in the Spires, our preacher was the sun
You promised me your life and said I would be your only one
We drove to Spearfish Canyon where we first made love
and that?s right off Needles Highway

Well, we bought that little house down in Worland
and our lives were going fine until she walked in
now I never see them Hills unless I?m heading to Montan
and I steer clear of Needles Highway