I'm weary and tired
I've done my day's riding.
Night time is rolling my way
The sky's all on fire and light slowly fading
Peaceful and still ends the day.
Up on the ridge nightbirds are calling
Singing their wild melody.
Down in the canyon conttonwoods whisper
song of Wyoming for me.

I've wandered around 
the towns and the cities
Tried to figure the how and the why
I've stopped all my scheming
I'm just drifting and dreaming
Watching the river roll by. [bad word] that big old prairie moon rising
Shining down bright as can be
Up on the hill a coyote's calling
song of Wyoming for me.

It's whiskey and tobacco
and bitter black coffee
lonesome old doggie am I
Waking up on the range
Lord I feel like an angel
I feel like I almost can fly
Drift like a cloud out over the Badlands
Sing like a bird in the tree
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing
song of Wyoming for me.