| 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. |