Sweet Wyoming Home

There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel
Shadows growin' longer now, nippin' 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 didnt make a dime
The entry fees they took my dough, the travlin took my time
And Im headed home to my sweet Wyoming home

Watch the moon
Smilin' in the sky, hum a tune
Prairie lullaby, hear the wind
And old coyotes, cry a song of home
Sweet Wyoming home

Now the rounders they all wish you luck
When they know youre in a jam
But your moneys ridin on the bull
And he dont give a damn

Well, theres 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 Im used to hearin, aint the kind the jukebox play
And Im headed home to my sweet Wyoming home

Well, Ive always loved the ridin, there aint nothin' quite the same
Another year might bring me luck, win in another game
But theres a magpie on a fence rail thats callin out my name
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home

Watch the moon
Smilin' in the sky, hum a tune
Prairie lullaby, hear the wind
And old coyotes, cry a song of home
Sweet Wyoming home

Its a song of home
Sweet Wyoming home