^GShe was paintin' a picture of slum life ^CWhen the cowboy ^Dcame limpin' by ^G ^CWearin' tattered old ^Dboots with one sole ^Ggone ^GAnd a far away look in his eye ^D ^GWell, he watched for a while as she painted ^CAnd then he said, "Mama you surely ^Dpaint well ^G ^CYes, you got all this ^Don your canvas ^G ^GThe dirt the squalor and the hell" ^D ^GWell, she asked to paint him in the setting ^CAh, but he shook his head ^Dslowly and ^Glow He said ^C"naw, I won't ^Dfit your picture ^G Un- ^Cless ^Dyou can paint me back home" ^G

Can you ^Gpaint me back home in Wyoming ^G7 Riding ^Cfree 'neath the ^Dbig sky a- ^Gbove ^CFree as the ^Dwind on the ^Gprairie ^AmOut in the hills that I ^Dlove I ^Glong to get back to Wyoming ^G7 And I've ^Choped all these ^Dyears that I ^Gcan Please ^Cpaint me back ^Dhome on your ^Gcanvas Paint me ^Cback in Wy- ^Doming a- ^Ggain

^GWell, I never claimed this festered city ^G7 You know ^CI was raised on a ^Dranch out in the west ^G ^CI spent my young years ^Dbustin' horses ^G And boy they said ^GI could ride with the best ^D ^GSo I came here to Madison Square Garden ^G7 ^CTo ride in the ^Dbig rodeo ^G ^CAh? but I got stepped ^Don and all ^Gcrippled up And ^Gchute, bronc bustin' is all I know ^D ^GAh, boy if I could just get back to Wyoming ^G7 ^CI wouldn't feel ^Dso alone ^G ^CAh, but the pain is too ^Dmuch for the roamin' ^G So ^Cplease can you ^Dpaint me back home ^G

Can you ^Gpaint me back home in Wyoming ^G7 Riding ^Cfree 'neath the ^Dbig sky a- ^Gbove ^CFree as the ^Dwind on the ^Gprairie ^AmOut in the hills that I ^Dlove I ^Glong to get back to Wyoming ^G7 And I've ^Choped all these ^Dyears that I ^Gcan Please ^Cpaint me back ^Dhome on your ^Gcanvas Paint me ^Cback in Wy- ^Doming a- ^Ggain

Paint me ^Cback in Wy- ^Doming a- ^Ggain

Chris Ledoux - Paint me back home in wyoming