Song | Song Of Wyoming |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Cowboy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'm weary and tired. | |
I've done my day’s ridin'. | |
Night-time is rolling my way. | |
The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'. | |
Peaceful and still ends the day. | |
And out on the trail the night birds are callin', | |
Singin' their wild melody. | |
Down in the canyon the | |
Cottonwood whispers | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. [ fiddle ] | |
I've wandered around the town and the city. | |
Tried to figure the how and the why. | |
I've stopped all my schemin'. | |
I'm just driftin’ and dreamin', | |
And watching the river roll by. | |
And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin', | |
Shinin' down bright as can be. | |
And up on the hill the coyote's singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me [ guitar + fiddle ] | |
Well now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee. | |
A lonesome old doggie am | |
I. Waking up on the range | |
Lord I feel like an angel, | |
Free like | |
I almost could fly | |
Drift like a cloud out over the | |
Badlands Sing like a bird in a tree | |
The wind through the sage sounds like heaven singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me, | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. |
I' m weary and tired. | |
I' ve done my day' s ridin'. | |
Nighttime is rolling my way. | |
The sky' s all on fire and the light' s slowly fadin'. | |
Peaceful and still ends the day. | |
And out on the trail the night birds are callin', | |
Singin' their wild melody. | |
Down in the canyon the | |
Cottonwood whispers | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. fiddle | |
I' ve wandered around the town and the city. | |
Tried to figure the how and the why. | |
I' ve stopped all my schemin'. | |
I' m just driftin' and dreamin', | |
And watching the river roll by. | |
And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin', | |
Shinin' down bright as can be. | |
And up on the hill the coyote' s singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me guitar fiddle | |
Well now it' s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee. | |
A lonesome old doggie am | |
I. Waking up on the range | |
Lord I feel like an angel, | |
Free like | |
I almost could fly | |
Drift like a cloud out over the | |
Badlands Sing like a bird in a tree | |
The wind through the sage sounds like heaven singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me, | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. |
I' m weary and tired. | |
I' ve done my day' s ridin'. | |
Nighttime is rolling my way. | |
The sky' s all on fire and the light' s slowly fadin'. | |
Peaceful and still ends the day. | |
And out on the trail the night birds are callin', | |
Singin' their wild melody. | |
Down in the canyon the | |
Cottonwood whispers | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. fiddle | |
I' ve wandered around the town and the city. | |
Tried to figure the how and the why. | |
I' ve stopped all my schemin'. | |
I' m just driftin' and dreamin', | |
And watching the river roll by. | |
And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin', | |
Shinin' down bright as can be. | |
And up on the hill the coyote' s singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me guitar fiddle | |
Well now it' s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee. | |
A lonesome old doggie am | |
I. Waking up on the range | |
Lord I feel like an angel, | |
Free like | |
I almost could fly | |
Drift like a cloud out over the | |
Badlands Sing like a bird in a tree | |
The wind through the sage sounds like heaven singin' | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me, | |
A Song of | |
Wyoming for me. |