| It’s a hundred miles to Sheridan, Wyoming
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| Where (we drank at)* cowboy bars
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| And there’s smoke in your eyes
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| You told me you once loved me
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| And how you set me free
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| I never came back to you
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| You came back to me
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| And dusted off your memories
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| Which all included me
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| I heard how happy they were
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| But I’m sad they are for me
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| 200 miles from Montana
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| The sun is beating down
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| On Wyoming
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| Homeward bound
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| Broke down
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| In South Dakota
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| The tread is gone
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| The motors blown with no place else to go
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| We checked into a cheap
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| Motel on the corner
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| I looked at you tired and through with traveling this way
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| You told me you couldn’t have done this all alone
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| So take my hand and stand beside me on our way back home
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| 200 miles from Montana
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| The sun is beating down
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| On Wyoming
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| Homeward bound
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| If we could just make it
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| To Blue Earth, Minnesota
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| Just west of the Freeborn county line
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| We could see the sun rise
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| Out on the horizon
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| With all the miles we survived
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| On our way back home
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| 200 miles from Montana
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| The sun is beating down
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| On Wyoming
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| Homeward bound |