The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road
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Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home
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The songs tonight I'm singin' Lord they nearly make me cry
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Take me back to old Wyoming and the lady with the emerald eyes
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Take me back to old Wyoming I've been away too long
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I want to hear the meadow lark singin' this cowboy's favorite song
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I want to saddle up old paint and just ride him out across the hills
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I belong in old Wyoming and I reckon that I always will
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Everytime that I pack my suitcase it gets harder to drive away
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The look that I see in my little girls eyes is beggin' me to stay
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And I get that lonesome feeling before I'm even gone
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But with everyday that passes I'm gettin' closer to goin' home
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Take me back to old Wyoming...
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Take Me Back To Old Wyoming
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| Chris LeDoux |
