Take Me Back To Old Wyoming

The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road



Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home



The songs tonight I'm singin' Lord they nearly make me cry



Take me back to old Wyoming and the lady with the emerald eyes



Take me back to old Wyoming I've been away too long



I want to hear the meadow lark singin' this cowboy's favorite song



I want to saddle up old paint and just ride him out across the hills



I belong in old Wyoming and I reckon that I always will



Everytime that I pack my suitcase it gets harder to drive away



The look that I see in my little girls eyes is beggin' me to stay



And I get that lonesome feeling before I'm even gone



But with everyday that passes I'm gettin' closer to goin' home



Take me back to old Wyoming...