Sweet Wyoming Home Chords by Chris Ledoux
Tempo:
90.55 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Dm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [D] [G] [C]
There's a silence on the prairie [F] that a man can't help but feel.
[G] Shadows growing longer [F] now, nipping [C] at my heels.
I know that soon that old four lane [Am] that runs beneath my wheels [Dm] will take me home, [G] to my
sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[A] [C] I headed down the road last summer [F] with a few good friends of mine.
[G] They all hit the money [F] low.
[G] I didn't [C] make a dime.
The entry [Em] fees, they took my [Am] dough.
The traveling took my time and [Dm] I'm headed home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
Watch the moon [Am] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the sky [G] on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [C]
lullaby, hear the wind.
[F] An old [Em] [Dm] coyote's cry [G] sung upon.
Sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[F] Now the rounders, they all wish you luck when [C] they know you're in a jam.
[F] But your [Am] money's riding on the [G] bull and he don't give a damn.
[C] Well there's shows in all the cities.
[Am] Cities turn your heart to clay.
[G] Takes all a man can [F] muster just to [G] try and [C] get away.
The songs I'm [Em] used to hearing [Am] ain't the kind that jukebox play and [Dm] I'm headed home,
[G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[F]
[Em] [Dm] [C] [G] [F]
[C] [F]
[Em] [Dm] [C] [G] [C]
Well I've always loved the riding.
[F] There ain't nothing quite the same.
[G] Another year might bring me [Dm] luck, the [G] winning [C] of the game.
There's a magpie [Em] on a fence rail.
[Am] He's calling out my name and he [Dm] calls me home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
Watch the moon [F] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the [G] sky on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [Dm] [C] lullaby, hear the wind.
An [F] old [Em] [Dm] coyote's [Am] cry [G] sung upon.
My sweet [C] Wyoming home.
It's a [Dm] song of home, [G] my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[G] [Dm] [G] [C] [N]
There's a silence on the prairie [F] that a man can't help but feel.
[G] Shadows growing longer [F] now, nipping [C] at my heels.
I know that soon that old four lane [Am] that runs beneath my wheels [Dm] will take me home, [G] to my
sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[A] [C] I headed down the road last summer [F] with a few good friends of mine.
[G] They all hit the money [F] low.
[G] I didn't [C] make a dime.
The entry [Em] fees, they took my [Am] dough.
The traveling took my time and [Dm] I'm headed home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
Watch the moon [Am] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the sky [G] on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [C]
lullaby, hear the wind.
[F] An old [Em] [Dm] coyote's cry [G] sung upon.
Sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[F] Now the rounders, they all wish you luck when [C] they know you're in a jam.
[F] But your [Am] money's riding on the [G] bull and he don't give a damn.
[C] Well there's shows in all the cities.
[Am] Cities turn your heart to clay.
[G] Takes all a man can [F] muster just to [G] try and [C] get away.
The songs I'm [Em] used to hearing [Am] ain't the kind that jukebox play and [Dm] I'm headed home,
[G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[F]
[Em] [Dm] [C] [G] [F]
[C] [F]
[Em] [Dm] [C] [G] [C]
Well I've always loved the riding.
[F] There ain't nothing quite the same.
[G] Another year might bring me [Dm] luck, the [G] winning [C] of the game.
There's a magpie [Em] on a fence rail.
[Am] He's calling out my name and he [Dm] calls me home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
Watch the moon [F] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the [G] sky on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [Dm] [C] lullaby, hear the wind.
An [F] old [Em] [Dm] coyote's [Am] cry [G] sung upon.
My sweet [C] Wyoming home.
It's a [Dm] song of home, [G] my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
[G] [Dm] [G] [C] [N]
Key:
C
G
F
Dm
Em
C
G
F
[C] _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
There's a silence on the prairie [F] that a man can't help but feel.
[G] Shadows growing longer [F] now, nipping [C] at my heels.
I know that soon that old four lane [Am] that runs beneath my wheels [Dm] will take me home, [G] to my
sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
[A] [C] I headed down the road last summer [F] with a few good friends of mine.
[G] They all hit the money [F] low.
[G] I didn't [C] make a dime.
The entry [Em] fees, they took my [Am] dough.
The traveling took my time and [Dm] I'm headed home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
Watch the moon _ [Am] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the sky [G] on the tomb.
A [F] prairie _ [C]
lullaby, hear the wind.
_ [F] An old [Em] [Dm] coyote's cry [G] sung upon.
_ Sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
[F] Now the rounders, they all wish you luck when [C] they know you're in a jam.
[F] But your [Am] money's riding on the [G] bull and he don't give a damn.
_ [C] Well there's shows in all the cities.
[Am] Cities turn your heart to clay.
[G] Takes all a man can [F] muster just to [G] try and [C] get away.
The songs I'm [Em] used to hearing [Am] ain't the kind that jukebox play and [Dm] I'm headed home,
[G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Em] _ [Dm] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[Em] _ [Dm] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ Well I've always loved the riding.
[F] There ain't nothing quite the same.
[G] Another year might bring me [Dm] luck, the [G] winning [C] of the game.
There's a magpie [Em] on a fence rail.
[Am] He's calling out my name and he [Dm] calls me home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ Watch the moon _ [F] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the [G] sky on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [Dm] _ [C] lullaby, hear the wind.
An [F] old [Em] [Dm] coyote's [Am] cry [G] sung upon.
My sweet [C] Wyoming home.
It's a [Dm] song of home, [G] my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ [G] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
There's a silence on the prairie [F] that a man can't help but feel.
[G] Shadows growing longer [F] now, nipping [C] at my heels.
I know that soon that old four lane [Am] that runs beneath my wheels [Dm] will take me home, [G] to my
sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
[A] [C] I headed down the road last summer [F] with a few good friends of mine.
[G] They all hit the money [F] low.
[G] I didn't [C] make a dime.
The entry [Em] fees, they took my [Am] dough.
The traveling took my time and [Dm] I'm headed home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
Watch the moon _ [Am] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the sky [G] on the tomb.
A [F] prairie _ [C]
lullaby, hear the wind.
_ [F] An old [Em] [Dm] coyote's cry [G] sung upon.
_ Sweet [C] Wyoming home. _
[F] Now the rounders, they all wish you luck when [C] they know you're in a jam.
[F] But your [Am] money's riding on the [G] bull and he don't give a damn.
_ [C] Well there's shows in all the cities.
[Am] Cities turn your heart to clay.
[G] Takes all a man can [F] muster just to [G] try and [C] get away.
The songs I'm [Em] used to hearing [Am] ain't the kind that jukebox play and [Dm] I'm headed home,
[G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Em] _ [Dm] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[Em] _ [Dm] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ Well I've always loved the riding.
[F] There ain't nothing quite the same.
[G] Another year might bring me [Dm] luck, the [G] winning [C] of the game.
There's a magpie [Em] on a fence rail.
[Am] He's calling out my name and he [Dm] calls me home, [G] to my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ Watch the moon _ [F] smiling [Em] in [Dm] the [G] sky on the tomb.
A [F] prairie [Dm] _ [C] lullaby, hear the wind.
An [F] old [Em] [Dm] coyote's [Am] cry [G] sung upon.
My sweet [C] Wyoming home.
It's a [Dm] song of home, [G] my sweet [C] Wyoming home.
_ [G] _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _