Teksty: Joe Nichols. The Early Year. Old Cheyenne.

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