I pulled out in a dusty cloud on a hot night in July With big tears rollin' 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 doin' 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 rollin' stone in the rodeo that's not what I had in mind And now there's more than these old broken bones breakin' here tonight I wonder what she's doin' 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 doin' 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 © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com