My Sweet Wyoming Home — текст песни (Staines Bill)

My Sweet Wyoming Home
by Bill Staines
There`s a silence on the prairie
That a man can`t help but feel;
There a shadow growing longer now,
And nipping at my heels.
For 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 old friends of mine.
They all hit the money, Lord,
I didn`t make a time.
The entrance fees they took my dough,
And the travelin` took my time,
And now I`m headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho: Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
A peaceful wind, an old coyotes cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.
Bridge:
Well, 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,
The cities turn your heart to clay;
It takes all a man can muster
Just to try and get away.
And the songs I`m used to hearin`
Ain`t the kind the jukebox plays,
And now I`m headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.
You know I`ve always loved the ridin`,
There ain`t nothin` quite the same,
And another year may bring the luck
Of winning all the game.
There`s a magpie on the fencerail,
And he`s callin` out my name,
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.