Old Cheyenne

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