These eyes that are worn from the road   Dirt tears run never ending   The prize that keeps me from home      It’s gone but keeps pretending   A journey that I walk alone   The sky its line and this run   Clouds of dust as I kick them bones   My boots my pride and my gun      It’s all I can do to recall   That time is still against me   The days are as long as the road   Neck burns the night set me free      The sky its line and this run   And I cry out Wyoming   My boots my pride and my gun   And I cry out Wyoming      Out here will I die alone   Never laid to rest   Another passing man kicks my bones   Buck wild will my ghost ever pass