The Song of Wyoming

John Denver · Windsong [1975]

I'm weary and tired, I've done my days ridin'

Nighttime is rollin' my way

The sky's all on fire, the light's slowly fadin

Peaceful and still in the day

Out on the trail a night bird is callin'

Singin' his wild melody

Down in the canyon

A cottonwood whispers the song of Wyoming for me

I wandered around the town and the city

Tried to figure the how and the why

Stopped all my scheming

I'm just drifting and dreaming

Watching the river roll by

Here comes that big old 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

Wakin' up on the range, Lord I feel like an angel

I feel like I almost could fly

Drift like a cloud out over the badlands

Sing like a bird in the trees

Wind in the sage, sounds like heaven singin'

The song of Wyoming to me

The song of Wyoming for me