My Sweet Wyoming Home

Bill Staines

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Tom:
A [Verse 1]
A D There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel
E7 D A There a shadow growing longer now and nipping at my heels
E F#m For I know that soon that old four-lane that runs beneath my wheels
Bm7 E7 A Will take me home to my sweet Wyoming home
A D I headed down the road last summer with a few old friends of mine
E7 D A They all hit the money, Lord, I didn't make a dime
E F#m The entrance fees they took my dough and the travelin' took my time
Bm7 E7 A And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home [Chorus]
A D C#m Bm Watch the moon smiling in the sky
E D A And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A D C#m Bm A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
E A A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
[Bridge]
D Well, the rounders they all wish you luck
A When they know you're in a jam
D F#m But your money's ridin' on the bull
E7 A And he don't give a damn [Verse 2]
A D Well, there's shows in all the cities, the cities turn your heart to clay
E7 D A It takes all a man can muster just to try and get away
E F#m And the songs I'm used to hearin', ain't the kind the jukebox plays
Bm7 E7 A And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home [Chorus]
A D C#m Bm Watch the moon smiling in the sky
E D A And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A D C#m Bm A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
E A A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home [Verse 3]
A D You know I've always loved the ridin', there ain't nothin' quite the same
E7 D A And another year may bring the luck of winning all the game
E F#m There's a magpie on the fence rail and he's callin' out my name
Bm7 E7 A And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home [Chorus]
A D C#m Bm Watch the moon smiling in the sky
E D A And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby
A D C#m Bm A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
E A A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home [Outro]
Bm7 E7 A It's a song of home, my sweet Wyoming home
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