Chris Alma Jose - Wy Oming Lyrics

Looking over yonder as I drive the open road
I imagine I am in a scene of a Longmire episode
And I marvel in the great wide open spaces everywhere
And I thank the Lord as I breathe heaven's air

And I have ol' Wy Oming on my mind
Where the mighty wind is farmed and coal is mined
Flying saucers in the sky, flying pancakes in July
I got ol' Wy Oming on my mind

Here we get a couple months of summer
Another couple weeks of fall then we go under
So you stay insde, watch TV, eat mashed potato
Hitch a ride to Devils Tower in a Winnebago

And I have ol' Wy Oming on my mind
Where the mighty wind is farmed and coal is mined
Flying saucers in the sky, flying pancakes in July
I got ol' Wy Oming on my mind

My baby and I go up to the Big Horn Mountains
Sometimes to Saratoga get a bite to eat
I savor everyday in this great state that I call home
And here I end up back wherever I may roam

And I have ol' Wy Oming on my mind
Where the mighty wind is farmed and coal is mined
Flying saucers in the sky, flying pancakes in July
I got ol' Wy Oming on my mind

Oh and I have ol' Wy Oming on my mind
Where the mighty wind is farmed and coal is mined, yeah
Flying saucers in the sky, flying pancakes in July
And you better believe it
Got ol' Wy Oming on my mind

Little cowboys in the sand
Big ol indians in their land
I got ol Wy Oming on my mind
Yes I got ol Wy Oming on my mind
And I love ol Wyoming