Chris LeDoux – Sweet Wyoming Home (Guitar)

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There's a silence on the prairie; that a man can't help but feel

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Shadows growing longer now; Nipping at my heels

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I know that soon that old four-lane; that runs beneath my wheels

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Will take me home; to my Sweet Wyoming Home.

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I headed down the road last summer; with a few good friends of mine

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They all hit the money, Lord; I didn't make a dime.

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The entry fees they took my dough; the travelin' took my time;

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And I'm headed home; to my Sweet Wyoming Home

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Watch the moon; smiling in the sky

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Hum a tune; Prairie lullaby;

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Hear the wind; And old coyotes cry

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A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home

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Now the rounders they all wish you luck; when they know you're in a jam

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But your money's ridin' on the bull; and he don't give a damn

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Well there's shows in all the cities; cities turn your heart to clay

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Takes all a man can muster; just to try and get away

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The songs I'm used to hearin'; ain''t the kind the jukebox play

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And I'm headed home; To my Sweet Wyoming Home

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Well I've always loved the ridin'; there ain' t nothing quite the same

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Another year might bring me luck; the winnin' of the game

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There's a magpie on a fence rail; he's callin' out my name

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And he calls me home, To my Sweet Wyoming Home

                        F  Em  Dm
Watch the moon; smiling in the sky

      G             F    C
Hum a tune; Prairie lullaby;

                       F       Dm
Hear the wind; And old coyotes cry

          F                   C
A song of home; Sweet Wyoming Home

               Dm                  C
It's a song of Home, Sweet Wyoming Home