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My Wyoming Home
by Bill
There's a silence on the
a man can't help but feel;
There a growing longer now,
And at my heels.
For I know soon that old four-lane
That runs beneath my
Will take me home to my Wyoming home.
I down the road last summer
With a few old of mine.
all hit the money, Lord,
I didn't a time.
The fees they took my dough,
And the took my time,
And now I'm headed to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho: the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a lullaby.
A wind, an old coyotes cry
A of home, my sweet Wyoming home.

Well, the they all wish you luck
When know you're in a jam.
But your ridin' on the bull,
And he give a damn.
Well there's in all the cities,
The cities turn your to clay;
It takes all a man can
to try and get away.
And the I'm used to hearin'
the kind the jukebox plays,
And now I'm headed home to my sweet home.
Cho.
You know I've loved the ridin',
There ain't quite the same,
And another year may the luck
Of all the game.
a magpie on the fencerail,
And callin' out my name,
And he calls me home to my sweet home.
Cho.