Cheyenne

She was born in Cheyenne
A hundred years ago
He was a cowboy
Riding herd from Colorado
He was only twelve years old
When his daddy died
So he saddled up
And kissed his mom goodbye

He hadn’t felt a woman’s touch
Since he’d become a man
He was on his way to Laramie
When he met Cheyenne
But winter snows were coming soon
And the skies had turned to gray
And though it broke her heart
He knew he couldn’t stay
 

He said

Chorus:
Wait for me Cheyenne
Springtime will bring me round again
And I’ll stay in this saddle
Till I see you again
Won’t you wait for me Cheyenne

Her eyes were bluer
Than the big Wyoming sky
Her voice was softer
Than a mothers lullaby
January nights were cold
So he laid awake and prayed
That she still hear
The words he longed to say

Won't you

Chorus

So he saved every dollar
And bought a piece of land
And he built a home
And took Cheyenne
And put a ring upon her hand
But she knew the restless cowboy
Longed to ride the range
She said I’ll stay here
till you come home again
 

Won't you
Chorus
Won’t you wait for me Cheyenne

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