Wyoming Is the Open Road
Wyoming is the open road
Miles of light blue sky
Tumble weeds
Cacti
Wyoming is hours and hours
Without seeing other cars
Without seeing animals
Without seeing people
We stopped at a fancy motel there once.
They had the best gift shop.
I bought myself a long brown wool coat
With white galloping horses around the hem.
Wyoming is a state to stop for food
They will leave the light on for you.
Their steaks are fresh and tasty
They make their own condiments
Wyoming is a place to drive through
A place to relax; a state to admire
Their prairie dogs are watching as you drive
But you will neither see them or Wyoming’s buffalo
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