The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the roadPickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from homeThe songs tonight I'm singin', Lord, they nearly make me cryTake me back to old Wyoming and the lady with the emerald eyesTake me back to old Wyoming, I've been away too longI want to hear the meadow lark singin' this cowboy's favorite songI want to saddle up old paint and just ride him out across the hillsI belong in old Wyoming and I reckon that I always willEverytime that I pack my suitcase, it gets harder to drive awayThe look that I see in my little girls eyes is beggin' me to stayAnd I get that lonesome feeling before I'm even goneBut with everyday that passes I'm gettin' closer to goin' homeTake me back to old Wyoming, I've been away too longI want to hear the meadow lark singin' this cowboy's favorite songI want to saddle up old paint and just ride him out across the hillsI belong in old Wyoming and I reckon that I always will