Sweet wyoming home

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