These eyes that are worn from the road
Dirt [bad word] never ending
The prize that keeps me from home
It's gone but keeps pretending
journey that i walk alone
The sky its line and [bad word] Clouds of dust as i kick them bones
My Boots my pride and my gun

Its all i can do to recall
that time is still against me
The Days are as long as the road
Neck burns the night set me free

The sky its line and [bad word] And i cry out Wyoming
My boots my pride and my gun
And i cry out Wyoming

Out here will i die alone
Never laid to rest
Another passing man kicks my bones
Buck wild will my ghost ever pass