Take Me Back To Old Wyoming

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 pa*ses I'm gettin' closer to goin' home Take me back to old Wyoming...