It's a hundred miles to Sheridan, Wyoming Where (we drank at)* cowboy bars And there's smoke in your eyes You told me you once loved me And how you set me free I never came back to you You came back to me And dusted off your memories Which all included me I heard how happy they were But I'm sad they are for me
200 miles from Montana The sun is beating down On Wyoming Homeward bound
Broke down In South Dakota The tread is gone The motors blown with no place else to go We checked into a cheap Motel on the corner I looked at you tired and through with traveling this way You told me you couldn't have done this all alone So take my hand and stand beside me on our way back home
200 miles from Montana The sun is beating down On Wyoming Homeward bound
If we could just make it To Blue Earth, Minnesota Just west of the Freeborn county line We could see the sun rise Out on the horizon With all the miles we survived On our way back home
200 miles from Montana The sun is beating down On Wyoming Homeward bound
*I'm not entirely sure if that's right, but it makes sense and fits