Cheyenne - Pistol Annies, Miranda Lambert, Ashley Monroe

She lives for the nightlife and trashy tattoos

She loves country music and broken-in boots

Nobody can blame her for the chip on her shoulder

She finds plenty of pool-table cowboys to hold her

Her daddy says she was destined for sadness

Her Grandmama Lily’s to blame for the madness

The only forever she knew ended tragic

So she’ll fall for the night while the neon light flashes

If I could trade love like Cheyenne

If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand

If I could move men and mountains with a wink and a grin

Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne

She knows how to make him wild in the eyes

Comes on like a fever and sets him on fire

I bet she won’t even cry when it’s over

She’s fast like a train, nobody can slow her

If I could trade love like Cheyenne

If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand

If I could move men and mountains with a wink and a grin

Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne

I wish I could treat love like Cheyenne