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 thought of what
I left behind
CHORUS:
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'm such a fool, I held her love in
the palm of my hand
I had it all back in Old Cheyenne
The final show that buckle of gold never came to
me
I'm far from the hero I'd thought I'd be
A rolling stone in the rodeo is not what I had in
mind
And now there's more than these old broken bones
breakin' here tonight
CHORUS
I'm bluer than the Rocky Mountains, lonesome as a
northern wind
And what I'd give to hold her once again
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