When I die, let me die in Wyoming,
'Cause from there, there's no way to go but up!
Yes, when I die let me die in Wyoming,
But please don't bury me face-up.
Y'see in winter, the blizzards will freeze you,
And the summers will bake you bone-dry.
Y' say you don't want to die in Wyoming?
Well, on second thought, neither do I!
No, don't let me die in Wyoming!
And it's not that I hate heat or snow,
But when I die if I make it to Heaven,There'll be such an awfully long, long way to go!