Wyoming Wind
Out on the great plains there's no room for mistakes, in a war that can't be won
And every man plays for higher stakes, when there's no place left to run
And the winds of Wyoming blow cold and hard, across the hills big and empty as the sky
Just when it feels like the world's about to end
Late at night you can hear the battle cry, on the Wyoming wind
Oh he knew that they were waiting there, he'd never make it through the pass
No way to rescue the one with yellow hair, and this day could be his last
Writer/s: Laura Vinson and Free Spirit
