Just Play One Tune More
Bill Staines lyrics
Bill Staines lyrics
"My Sweet Wyoming Home Lyrics"
Call All Your Reserves Lyrics
Call it, an insecurity. The radio's down, your hands are runnin' through my hair. They're runnin' through my hair. And now we'er set for a crash course. And now we're on
Call it, an insecurity. The radio's down, your hands are runnin' through my hair. They're runnin' through my hair. And now we'er set for a crash course. And now we're on
My Sweet Wyoming Home
by Bill Staines
There's a silence on the prairie
That a man can't help but feel;
There a shadow growing longer now,
And nipping at my heels.
For I know that soon that old four-lane
That runs beneath my wheels
Will take me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
I headed down the road last summer
With a few old friends of mine.
They all hit the money, Lord,
I didn't make a time.
The entrance fees they took my dough,
And the travelin' took my time,
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho: Watch the moon smiling in the sky
And hum a tune, a prairie lullaby.
A peaceful wind, an old coyote?s cry
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.
Do you remember the time we went hand in hand, through the garden, like the words right out of a movie? So I made up a bit in my head, that you felt what I did as I p
Bridge:
Well, the rounders they all wish you luck
When they know you're in a jam.
But your money's ridin' on the bull,
And he don't give a damn.
Well there's shows in all the cities,
The cities turn your heart to clay;
It takes all a man can muster
Just to try and get away.
And the songs I'm used to hearin'
Ain't the kind the jukeb
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Sometimes I think of you It happens oh so fast If I closed my eyes, it would all go by The strangest freaky thing that ever passed that night In a big block dodge I
ox plays,Sometimes I think of you It happens oh so fast If I closed my eyes, it would all go by The strangest freaky thing that ever passed that night In a big block dodge I
And now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.
Cho.
You know I've always loved the ridin',
There ain't nothin' quite the same,
And another year may bring the luck
Of winning all the game.
There's a magpie on the fencerail,
And he's callin' out my name,
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.
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