Wyoming

My grandmother had the incredible natural gift of playing the piano. She could play any song in any key without any music books in front of her.

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One of my favorite songs she used to play and sing along to on the piano was “Why, Oh Why, Did I Ever Leave Wyoming?”

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“Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?

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Why, oh why, did I ever have to go?

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Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming?

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‘Cuz there’s a sheriff back there looking for me…high and low and high and low and high…and…low”

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I have traveled to the state so many times that I have lost count. Of the endless memories created in Wyoming…I will share my favorite.

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When I was a small child of an unknown age, I remember seeing a cloud of dust off in the distant horizon. I told my father and pointed to it and we stopped along the roadside.

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It was a herd of wild mustangs storming across the open prairie.

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