I pulled out in dusty cloud on a hot night in July
With big tears rolling down she waved goodbye
Just out of my teens with foolish dreams and big stars in my eyes
And now I ve had a million second thoughts of what I left behind
I wonder what she s doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
I had it all back in old Cheyenne
That final showthat buckle of goldit never came to me
I m far from the hero I thought I d be
A rolling stone in the rodeo that s not what I had in mind
And now there s more than these old broken bones breaking here tonight
I wonder what she s doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
I had it all back in old Cheyenne
I m bluer than the Rocky Mountains
Lonesome as a northern wind
And what I d give to hold her once again
I wonder what she s doing back in old Cheyenne
Does she ever dream of me and how it might have been
Looking back I was such a fool I held her love in the palm of my hand
I had it all back in old Cheyenne

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