My Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics

My Sweet Wyoming Home lyrics

My Sweet Wyoming Home
by Bill Staines
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.
Cho: Watch the
moon smiling in the sky
     And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
     A
peaceful wind, an old coyoteÕs cry
     A song of home, my sweet Wyoming
home.
Bridge:
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.
  
Cho.
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 fencerail,
And he's callin' out my
name,
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
   Cho.