Sweet Wyoming Home
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There's a silence on the prairie; that a man can't help but feel
Shadows growing longer now; nipping at my heels
I know that soon that old four-lane; that runs beneath my wheels
Will take me home; to my sweet wyoming home.
I headed down the road last summer; with a few good friends of mine
They all hit the money, lord; i didn’t make a dime.
The entry fees they took my dough; the travlin’ took my time;
And i’m headed home; to my sweet wyoming home
Watch the moon; smiling in the sky
Hum a tune; prairie lullaby;
Hear the wind; and old coyoties cry
A song of home; sweet wyoming home
Now the rounders they all wish you luck; when they know you’re in a jam
But your money’s ridin’ on the bull; and he don’t give a damn
Well there’s shows in all the cities; cities turn your heart to clay
Takes all a man can muster; just to try and get away
The songs i’m used to hearin’; ain’t the kind the jukebox play
And i’m headed home; to my sweet wyoming home
Interlude
Well i’ve always loved the ridin’; there ain’ t nothing quite the same
Another year might bring me luck; win in another game
There’s a magpie on a fencerail; that’s callin’ out my name
And he calls me home, to my sweet wyoming home
Watch the moon; smiling in the sky
Hum a tune; prairie lullaby;
Hear the wind; and old coyoties cry
A song of home; sweet wyoming home
It’s a song of home, sweet wyoming home
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