Bill Staines Sweet Wyoming Home
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
Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
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
Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
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 fence rail and he's callin' out my name
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home
Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
