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