My Sweet Wyoming Home
By Bill Staines
There's a silence on the prairie
That a man can't help but feel;
There a shadow growing longer now
And nipping at my heels
For 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 old friends of mine
They all hit the money, Lord
I didn't make a time
The entrance fees they took my dough
And the travelin' took my time
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home
Cho: Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A peaceful wind, an old coyoteõs cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
[Bridge]
Well, 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
The cities turn your heart to clay;
It takes all a man can muster
Just to try and get away
And the songs I'm used to hearin'
Ain't the kind the jukebox plays
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home
Cho
You know I've always loved the ridin'
There ain't nothin' quite the same
And another year may bring the luck
Of winning all the game
There's a magpie on the fencerail
And he's callin' out my name
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home
Cho
