She was paintin' a picture of slum life
When the cowboy came limpin' by
Wearin' tattered old boots with one sole gone
And a far away look in his eye
Well, he watched for a while as she painted
And then he said, "Mama you surely paint well
Yes, you got all this on your canvas
The dirt the squalor and the hell"
Well, she asked to paint him in the setting
Ah, but he shook his head slowly and low
He said "naw, I won't fit your picture
Un- less you can paint me back home"
Chorus
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming
Riding free 'neath the big sky a- bove
Free as the wind on the prairie
Out in the hills that I love
I long to get back to Wyoming
And I've hoped all these years that I can
Please paint me back home on your canvas
Paint me back in Wy- oming a- gain
(Talking)
Well, I never claimed this festered city
You know I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years bustin' horses
And boy they said I could ride with the best
So I came here to Madison Square Garden
To ride in the big rodeo
Ah? but I got stepped on and all crippled up
And chute, bronc bustin' is all I know
Ah, boy if I could just get back to Wyoming
I wouldn't feel so alone
Ah, but the pain is too much for the roamin'
So please can you paint me back home
Chorus
Can you paint me back home in Wyoming
Riding free 'neath the big sky a- bove
Free as the wind on the prairie
Out in the hills that I love
I long to get back to Wyoming
And I've hoped all these years that I can
Please paint me back home on your canvas
Paint me back in Wy- oming a- gain
Tag
Paint me back in Wy- oming a- gain