Thursday, October 16, 2014


Gone To Wyoming, a killer song written and recorded by Walt Leuzinger, is up in his stall in Barnagie Hall. Give it a listen. 
I love it! Lyrics ring true with me.

Gone To Wyoming
Walt Leuzinger

There is a place with rolling miles of sagebrush prairie
and mountains wearing caps of snow
Where red rock canyons reflect each sunset
and all the weary cowboys have someplace to call their own

Gone to Wyoming
Don’t bother calling
Come find me if you need me but it won’t be the same
The roads are closed and the gate is shut behind me
‘cause I’m not gonna play the rat race game
I quit the game

My mind is clear as a snow melt stream in Sunlight Basin
My spirit free to go where eagles go
And so I climb the great Chief Joseph highway
Following the footsteps of a man I want to know

Gone To Wyoming
Don’t bother calling
Come find me if you need me but it won’t be the same
The roads are closed and the gate is shut behind me
‘cause I’m not gonna play the rat race game
I quit the game

No more boss to please
No more rush hour jam
No more on my knees
At peace with who I am

So look for me along the banks of big Wind River
Call my name at Yellowstone
Search for me in the Absaroka alpine meadows
Beyond the treeline where the Indian Paintbrush grows

Gone to Wyoming
Don’t bother calling
Come find me if you need me but it won’t be the same
The roads are closed and the gate is shut behind me
‘cause I’m not gonna play the rat race game
I quit the game


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