Lyrics Sweet Wyoming Home - Chris Ledoux

Sweet Wyoming Home

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