Wyoming, how could you do this to me?
How much more road could there be?
Rode through rain half of the day
Wishing that you weren't so gray
But sometimes there's no other way
Someday, I know we'll make it out alive, I know
Till then, I have to struggle and survive alone
Dakota, so empty I couldn't see
Anything but misery
But you looked so pretty tonight
That it was almost worth the fight
Pitch my tent, turn out the light
Did you have to be so cold?
I'm trying to forget about it
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