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Sweet Wyoming Home Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Ledoux
Length: 3:03
Written by: BILL STAINES




Chris Ledoux - Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics




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 travelin' 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 coyotes 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 fence rail; 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 coyotes cry
A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home
It's a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home
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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 travelin' 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 coyotes 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 fence rail; 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 coyotes cry
A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home
It's a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home
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Writer: BILL STAINES
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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