Bill Staines
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My Sweet Wyoming Home
by Bill Staines
There's a silence on the prairie
That a man can't help but feel;
There a shadow growing longer now,
And nipping at my heels.
For 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 time.
The entrance fees they took my dough,
And the travelin' took my time,
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho: Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
A peaceful wind, an old coyoteÕs cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.
Bridge:
Well, 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,
The cities turn your heart to clay;
It takes all a man can muster
Just to try and get away.
And the songs I'm used to hearin'
Ain't the kind the jukebox plays,
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.
You know I've always loved the ridin',
There ain't nothin' quite the same,
And another year may bring the luck
Of winning all the game.
There's a magpie on the fencerail,
And he's callin' out my name,
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.


Mirror lyrics:

Cho.
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
And he's callin' out my name,
There's a magpie on the fencerail,
Of winning all the game.
And another year may bring the luck
There ain't nothin' quite the same,
You know I've always loved the ridin',
Cho.
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Ain't the kind the jukebox plays,
And the songs I'm used to hearin'
Just to try and get away.
It takes all a man can muster
The cities turn your heart to clay;
Well there's shows in all the cities,
And he don't give a damn.
But your money's ridin' on the bull,
When they know you're in a jam.

Well, the rounders they all wish you luck
Bridge:
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.
A peaceful wind, an old coyoteÕs cry
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
Cho: Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
And the travelin' took my time,
The entrance fees they took my dough,
I didn't make a time.
They all hit the money, Lord,
With a few old friends of mine.
I headed down the road last summer
Will take me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
That runs beneath my wheels
For I know that soon that old four-lane
And nipping at my heels.
There a shadow growing longer now,
That a man can't help but feel;
There's a silence on the prairie
by Bill Staines
My Sweet Wyoming Home


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