Оригинален текст
Transcribed from audio by John Harris.
Written by: Bill Staines.
Album: Chris LeDoux and the Saddle Boogie Band
Publisher: Capitol
Salesrank: 54,378
UPC: 077779687022
Release Date: August 15, 1991
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 didnt make a dime.
The entry fees they took my dough; the travlin took my time;
And Im 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 youre in a jam
But your moneys ridin on the bull; And he dont give a d*mn
Well theres 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 Im used to hearin; Aint the kind the jukebox play
And Im headed home; To my Sweet Wyoming Home
Interlude
Well Ive always loved the ridin; There ain t nothing quite the same
Another year might bring me luck; Win in another game
Theres a magpie on a fencerail; Thats 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
Its a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home