Lyrics:
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There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel.
There's a shadow growing longer now, a-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 old friends of mine
They all hit the money, Lord, I didn't make a dime.
The entrance fees they took my dough, the traveling took my time
And I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
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Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
Peaceful winds, an old coyote's cry.
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.
Bridge:
The rounders they all wish you luck
When they know you're in a jam.
But your money's riding on the bull,
And he don't give a damn.
There's the shows in all the cities, but cities turn your heart to clay.
It takes all a man can muster just to try and get away.
The songs I'm used to hearing, they ain't the kind the jukebox plays
And I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
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Now I've always loved the riding, there ain't nothing quite the same
And another year may bring the luck, the winning of the game.
But there's a magpie on the fence rail, and he's calling out my name
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
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