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