Song of Wyoming

I’m weary and tired, I’ve done my day’s ridin’, nighttime is rollin’ my way.
The sky’s all on fire and lights slowly fading, peaceful and still ends the day.
Out on the trail, night birds are callin’, singin’ their wild melody.
Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for me.
Well I’ve wandered around the town and the city,
tried to figure the how and the why.
I stopped all my scheming, I’m just driftin’ and dreamin’,
watchin’ that river roll by.
Here comes that big ol’ prairie moon risin’, shinin’ down bright as can be.
Up on the hill there’s a coyote singin’ a song of Wyoming for me.
Now it’s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee,
a lonesome old dogie am I.
But wakin’ up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel; Feel like I almost could fly.
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands, sing like a bird in the tree.
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singin’ a song of Wyoming for me.
A song of Wyoming for me.