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Itís Wyoming

Words and Music by

Irma Harris Reed

Published by

Wyoming Music Enterprises

Box 104

Worland, WY 82401

1963

 

Thereís a place I love the best, it is still the old, old West

Itís a land that is beautiful and free.

I can smell the sage and pine, over on the far skyline

Itís WíYOMING, and itís "Home Sweet Home" to me.

Rolliní plains, Rolliní plains,

Itís WYOMING, and itís "Home Sweet Home" to me

 

When the twilight shadows fall, then there comes the distant call,

Of a coyote as he steals across the range.

While the night wind whispers near, there are antelope and deer,

Slowly grazing way out there upon the plains.

Rollin; plains, Rolliní plains;

They are grazing way out there upon the plains.

 

There the mountains rise so high, to touch a clear blue western sky

And the trout streams tumble from their mighty crest.

There are valleys rich and green, where the cattle can be seen

Itís WYOMING, where the sage hen builds her nest.

Rolliní plains, Rolliní plains

Itís WYOMING where the sage hen builds her nest.

 

And the old sheepherder too, comes a ridiní in to view,

As he beds his woolly flock upon a hill.

There are hoof prints in the sand, of a roaming mustang band

I love WYOMING and I guess I always will.

Rolliní plains, Rolliní plains

I love WYOMING and I guess I always will.