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These eyes that are worn from the road Dirt tears run never ending The prize that keeps me from home It's gone but keeps pretending A journey that I walk alone The sky its line and this run Clouds of dust as I kick them bones My boots my pride and my gun It's all I can do to recall That time is still against me The days are as long as the road Neck burns the night set me free The sky its line and this run And I cry out Wyoming My boots my pride and my gun And I cry out Wyoming Out here will I die alone Never laid to rest Another passing man kicks my bones Buck wild will my ghost ever pass From Letras Mania