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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 show, 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 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
[Thanks to Dustin for lyrics]
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