"Don’t move to Wyoming!" [intro] Twenty four feet of snow!? And this is August? If you’re thinking of Wyoming, let me tell ya, it’s a bust! The chill sets in, you’re ropin’ your cow. Time to close the barn doors, and I’m talkin’ NOW! The wolves are prowlin’, the wind it’s howlin’. Get a torch and the gun, it’s time to go huntin’! Minus 66 and the snow is thick! If you plan on going out… “say goodbye to the wife and kids…” Wind’s not letting up, not even a fraction! Gotta head to Chicago for a break from this action! Time to hunt a bison, it’s not called a buffalo! Looking for a burger, and the diner is slow! Need some more booze, it’s almost half-time, That’s what they do here, as Drinkin’ is the pastime! Critters are corralled, driveway’s been plowed… I’m forgetting something… Hey, it’s time to get grandma off the porch now Wyoming, the coldest frontier Broken backs, that's what they got here! "Don't move to Wyoming!" [end]
