The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road

Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home

The songs tonight I'm singin' Lord they nearly make me cry

Take me back to old Wyoming and the lady with the emerald eyes

Take me back to old Wyoming I've been away too long

I want to hear the meadow lark singin' this cowboy's favorite song

I want to saddle up old paint and just ride him out across the hills

I belong in old Wyoming and I reckon that I always will

Everytime that I pack my suitcase it gets harder to drive away

The look that I see in my little girls eyes is beggin' me to stay

And I get that lonesome feeling before I'm even gone

But with everyday that passes I'm gettin' closer to goin' home

Take me back to old Wyoming...