I wanna home in, Wyomin
Where the snow falls down
Warm myself by the fire
While the snowflakes dance around
A little land, a little house
And my guitar is all I need
Where I can live out my days
In happiness and peace
I wanna shack, on a tract
Of land in Tennessee
High in the Mountains
Surrounded by fruit trees
I wanna cabana, in Louisiana
Where the gators and critters are
Deep in the bayou
Underneath them southern stars
I want an adobe, in Coyote
New Mexico
Where the nights are cold
And the hot wind blows