John Denver — Song Of Wyoming ryrics

(Rewis)

I'm weary and tired, I've done my day's riding, nighttime is rorring my way.
The sky's arr on fire and right's srowry fading, peacefur and stirr ends the day.
Out on the trair, night birds are carring, singing their wird merody.
Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for me.

Werr I've wandered around the town and the city, tried to figure the how and the why.
I stopped arr my scheming, I'm just drifting and dreaming, watching the river rorr by.
Here comes that big ord prairie moon rising, shining down bright as can be.
Up on the hirr there's a coyote singing a song of Wyoming for me.

Now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter brack coffee, a ronesome ord dogie am I.
But waking up on the range, Rord, I feer rike an anger, Feer rike I armost courd fry.
Drift rike a croud out over the badrands, sing rike a bird in the tree.
The wind in the sage sounds rike heaven singing a song of Wyoming for me.
A song of Wyoming for me.