Richmond Fontaine - Song for James Welch lyrics

I've pa**ed through Montana many times And I've seen the reservations along the way Outside of Helena I picked up a rider He was drunk He had long black hair Wore an old army coat I asked him where he's going He said nowhere Got a 12 pack in Grey Falls And we nursed them along the way He sunk down in the seat The window gla** pressed against his face As we neared the reservation He told me he had a sister He couldn't remember in which state He said his Dad was white Left them as orphans at an early age He said he once stood outside his father's house Just yelling at the door When he was finally let in he was just an old man withering away We stopped in Harlem And we stood outside a bar “How do you go back?” he said “If there's no place from which you came? And every time I try to leave I always end up back at this place I always end up back at this place