I'm weary and tired, I've done my day's riding, nighttime is
rolling my way.
The sky's all on fire and light's slowly fading, peaceful and
still ends the day.
Out on the trail, night birds are calling, singing their wild
Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for
Well I've wandered around the town and the city, tried to figure
the how and the why.
I 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 there's a coyote singing a song of Wyoming for
Now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee, a lonesome
old dogie am I.
But waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel, Feel like
I almost could fly.
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands, sing like a bird in the
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing a song of Wyoming
A song of Wyoming for me.