Chris LeDoux Follow

There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel
Shadows growin' longer now, nippin' 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
Smilin' in the sky, hum a tune
Prairie lullaby, hear the wind
And old coyotes, 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 nothin' quite the same
Another year might bring me luck, win in another game
But there's a magpie on a fence rail that's callin' out my name
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home

Watch the moon
Smilin' in the sky, hum a tune
Prairie lullaby, hear the wind
And old coyotes, cry a song of home
Sweet Wyoming home

It's a song of home
Sweet Wyoming home