Old Cheyenne - Joe Nichols

I pulled out

in a 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

on what I left behind

I wonder what she’s doing

back in Old Cheyenne

Does she ever dream of me and how we might of 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 know for sure that buckle of gold

it never came to me

I’m far from the hero I thought I’d be A rolling stone in the rodeo

it’s not what I had in mind

And now there’s more than these old broken bones

breaking here tonight

I’m bluer than the Rocky Mountains

Lonesome as a northern wind

And what I’d give to hold her once again