Chris Ledoux - Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics
There's a silence on the prairie; That a man can't help but feelShadows growing longer now; Nipping at my heelsI know that soon that old four-lane; That runs beneath my wheelsWill take me home; to my Sweet Wyoming Home.I headed down the road last summer; With a few good friends of mineThey 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 HomeWatch the moon; smiling in the skyHum a tune; Prairie lullaby;Hear the wind; And old coyoties cryA song of home; Sweet Wyoming HomeNow the rounders they all wish you luck; When they know youre in a jamBut your moneys ridin on the bull; And he dont give a damnWell theres shows in all the cities; Cities turn your heart to clayTakes all a man can muster; Just to try and get awayThe songs Im used to hearin; Aint the kind the jukebox playAnd Im headed home; To my Sweet Wyoming HomeInterludeWell Ive always loved the ridin; There ain t nothing quite the sameAnother year might bring me luck; Win in another gameTheres a magpie on a fencerail; Thats callin out my nameAnd he calls me home, To my Sweet Wyoming HomeWatch the moon; smiling in the skyHum a tune; Prairie lullaby;Hear the wind; And old coyoties cryA song of home; Sweet Wyoming HomeIts a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home
