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
['country', 'country road', 'country rock', 'wyoming roots']