Spirit of Wyoming

Out where the wide sky meets the plains,

I ride under the endless chain,

Cowboy till I die, Wyoming's my name,

Forever bound to this rugged fame.

Dust on my boots, stars in my eyes,

Morning sun paints the mountains high,

Heart beats true, wild and free,

That's the cowboy's decree.

Through storms and wind, I stand my ground,

In this cowtown, my roots are found.

No matter the clash, or the changing scene,

Wyoming's spirit, keeps me keen.

Cowboy till I die, Wyoming is home,

Where the open range and I freely roam,

The Rams of Colorado State, they might try,

But they'll always smell like ass, no lie.

From the sagebrush to the mountain crest,

Each day I wear my honest best,

Loyal to my land, my blood, my pride,

In Wyoming's heart, I'll always abide.

So here's to the ranch, and the brave and free,

Cowboy till I die, that's all of me,

No matter the game or who might try,

Wyoming's the place where my spirit flies.