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Tom: D
(intro)
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     D                     G            Gm
I'm weary and tired, I've done my day's ridin'
 D           Bm7*       Em  A
Nighttime is rollin' my way
     D                      G             Gm
The sky's all on fire, the light's slowly fadin'
  D            G           D
Peaceful and still is the day
F#m         Bm        F#m           Bm7
Out on the trail, the night bird is callin'
 Em         Gm        D
singin' his wild melody
F#m         Bm      F#m        Bm7
Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers
    Em        Gm        D
the song of Wyoming for me   (intro)

            D                    G          Gm
Well, I've wandered around from town and to city,
          D         Bm7*     Em  A
tried to figure the how, the why
    D                                 G           Gm
I stopped all my schemin', I'm just driftin' and dreamin'
 D            G         D
watchin' the river roll by
F#m             Bm      F#m          Bm
Here comes that big old prairie moon risin'
 Em           Gm           D
shinin' down bright as can be
F#m       Bm              F#m    Bm7
Up on the hill, there's a coyote singin'
     Em       Gm        D
the song of Wyoming for me   (intro)

           D                   G           Gm
Now it's whiskey and tobacco, bitter black coffee
   D           Bm7*      Em  A
a lonesome old foggey am I
       D                        G           Gm
Wakin' up on the range, Lord I feel like an angel
 D          G             D
feel like I almost could fly
   F#m          Bm      F#m       Bm7
I drift like a cloud out over the badlands
 Em         Gm           D
sing like a bird in the tree
F#m         Bm          F#m         Bm7
Wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing
    Em        Gm       D
the song of Wyoming to me
        Em        Gm       D
... the song of Wyoming to me   (intro & end)