About the song
John Denver’s “Song of Wyoming”
“Song of Wyoming” is a song written and performed by John Denver. It was released in 1974 on his album Back Home Again. The song is a beautiful ode to the state of Wyoming, where Denver lived for a time. The song captures the beauty of the state’s landscape, as well as the spirit of its people.
The song begins with Denver singing about the majestic mountains of Wyoming. He sings about how the mountains make him feel small and insignificant, but also how they inspire him with their beauty. He then sings about the wide-open spaces of Wyoming, and how they give him a sense of freedom.
The chorus of the song is a simple but powerful statement of love for Wyoming. Denver sings, “Oh, Wyoming, I love you/You’re my home, sweet home.”
The song ends with Denver singing about how he will always be grateful for the time he spent in Wyoming. He sings, “I’ll never forget the time I spent in Wyoming/It was the best time of my life.”
“Song of Wyoming” is a beautiful and moving song that captures the essence of the state of Wyoming. It is a song that will resonate with anyone who has ever loved the beauty of nature.
Some additional information about the song:
- The song was inspired by Denver’s time living in Wyoming. He lived in the state for a time in the early 1970s, and he fell in love with its beauty.
- The song was a commercial success, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1974.
- The song has been covered by many artists, including Willie Nelson, Emmylou Harris, and Garth Brooks.
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Lyrics
“Song Of Wyoming”
I’m weary and tired, I’ve done my day’s riding, nighttime is rolling my way.
The sky’s all on fire and light’s slowly fading, peaceful and still ends the day.
Out on the trail, night birds are calling, singing their wild melody.
Down in the canyon, cottonwood whispers a song of Wyoming for me.Well I’ve wandered around the town and the city, tried to figure the how and the why.
I stopped all my scheming, I’m just drifting and dreaming, watching the river roll by.
Here comes that big old prairie moon rising, shining down bright as can be.
Up on the hill there’s a coyote singing a song of Wyoming for me.Now it’s whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee, a lonesome old dogie am I.
But waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel, Feel like I almost could fly.
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands, sing like a bird in the tree.
The wind in the sage sounds like heaven singing a song of Wyoming for me.
A song of Wyoming for me.