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