These eyes that are worn from the road
Dirt tears run never ending
The prize that keeps me from home


It’s gone but keeps pretending
A journey that I walk alone

The sky its line and this run
Clouds of dust as I kick them bones
My boots my pride and my gun


It’s 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 this run
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