Chris Ledoux Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics

Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics

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



Interlude



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