The Hills of Old Wyoming

Let me ride on a trail in the hills of old Wyomin'
Where the coyotes wail in the gloamin'
For it' s there that my heart' s at home

In the night let me rest with the blue sky for my ceilin'
'Till the wind's lullaby comes stealin'
From the hills where my heart' s at home

Wake with a song! Wake with the sun!
Saddle to mend, cattle to tend, Plenty to be done

Let me live on the range where a man has room to roam in
And dream of his love in the gloamin'
In the hills of old Wyomin'

In the hills of old Wyomin'