Written by Bob Regan. Performed by Earl Wear
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Thank you mister, but no thanks. I don't need a ride. I know it's miles to the nearest town. That suits me just fine. Am I crazy? Well I should be, after all she's put me through. Am I wanted? That's a good one. 'Bout as wanted as these worn out shoes. So I'm walking to Wyoming. Our love was going nowhere. Yeah I'm walking to Wyoming. Had a notion I should go there. She really messed with my mind, and I'm trying to work through it. A thousand miles of highway oughta do it... My future is wide open. So I'm walking to Wyoming. No, I ain't ever been there, just saw it on the map. Cheyenne, Laramie and Jackson Hole, I kinda like the sounds of that. Yeah it snows there, and it's cold there. But no worse than where I've been. Mister I'd say, it'll be a cold day before I go back to her again. So I'm walking to Wyoming. Our love was going nowhere. Yeah I'm walking to Wyoming. Had a notion I should go there. She really messed with my mind and I'm trying to work through it. A thousand miles of highway oughta do it... My future is wide open. So I'm walking to Wyoming. I could drive it... I could fly it... or just stick out my thumb. But I need to feel each and every mile, to know how far I've come. I'm walking to Wyoming.... She really messed with my mind and I'm trying to work through it. A thousand miles of highway oughta do it... My future is wide open. So I'm walking to Wyoming. Thanks for stoppin'... Should be going... 'Cause I'm walking to Wyoming.
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