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



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 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