I'm weary and tired I've done my day's riding. Night time is rolling my way The sky's all on fire and light slowly fading Peaceful and still ends the day. Up on the ridge nightbirds are calling Singing their wild melody. Down in the canyon conttonwoods whisper A song of Wyoming for me.
I've wandered around the towns and the cities Tried to figure the how and the why I've stopped all my scheming I'm just drifting and dreaming Watching the river roll by. Here comes that big old prairie moon rising Shining down bright as can be Up on the hill a coyote's calling A song of Wyoming for me.
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 I feel like I almost can fly Drift like a cloud out over the Badlands Sing like a bird in the tree The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing A song of Wyoming for me.