sweet wyoming home

Chris Ledoux

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