| Song | Wyoming |
| Artist | The Lucksmiths |
| Album | A Good Kind Of Nervous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I like the look of Wyoming | |
| Although I wasn’t there for long | |
| And I like the sound of Wyoming | |
| ‘Cause it sounds like the name of a song | |
| The sky was big and the fields were wide | |
| And if people lived there, they were all inside | |
| In Wyoming | |
| I like the light of Wyoming | |
| It shone down in a painterly way | |
| I met no residents of Wyoming | |
| So about them I’ve nothing to say | |
| The grass was pale and the sky was grey | |
| And time that I spent there was less than a day | |
| In Wyoming | |
| There are fences of wood in Wyoming | |
| That roll across prairies so grand | |
| But they hold nothing out and they hold nothing in | |
| So their use I do not understand | |
| The rain in the distance, the shadow of cloud | |
| If the hills made a sound it was not very loud | |
| In Wyoming |
| I like the look of Wyoming | |
| Although I wasn' t there for long | |
| And I like the sound of Wyoming | |
| ' Cause it sounds like the name of a song | |
| The sky was big and the fields were wide | |
| And if people lived there, they were all inside | |
| In Wyoming | |
| I like the light of Wyoming | |
| It shone down in a painterly way | |
| I met no residents of Wyoming | |
| So about them I' ve nothing to say | |
| The grass was pale and the sky was grey | |
| And time that I spent there was less than a day | |
| In Wyoming | |
| There are fences of wood in Wyoming | |
| That roll across prairies so grand | |
| But they hold nothing out and they hold nothing in | |
| So their use I do not understand | |
| The rain in the distance, the shadow of cloud | |
| If the hills made a sound it was not very loud | |
| In Wyoming |
| I like the look of Wyoming | |
| Although I wasn' t there for long | |
| And I like the sound of Wyoming | |
| ' Cause it sounds like the name of a song | |
| The sky was big and the fields were wide | |
| And if people lived there, they were all inside | |
| In Wyoming | |
| I like the light of Wyoming | |
| It shone down in a painterly way | |
| I met no residents of Wyoming | |
| So about them I' ve nothing to say | |
| The grass was pale and the sky was grey | |
| And time that I spent there was less than a day | |
| In Wyoming | |
| There are fences of wood in Wyoming | |
| That roll across prairies so grand | |
| But they hold nothing out and they hold nothing in | |
| So their use I do not understand | |
| The rain in the distance, the shadow of cloud | |
| If the hills made a sound it was not very loud | |
| In Wyoming |