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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 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

Interlude

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

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 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

Interlude

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

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