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 travelin' 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 coyotes 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
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 fence rail; 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 coyotes cry A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home It's a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home