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

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