Lyrics:
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
gonna keep on the way I'm going
For every crime, there's retribution
And every vally has a mountainside
No, I don't like to trade just to be happy
That
awaits
Now there's nothing in the way
In the way
In the way
In the way
When the walls come down
When the walls come down
When the walls come down
when there's nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
Trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Nothing but
There is no good reason
I should have to be so alone
I'm smothered by this emptiness
Lord I wish I was made of stone
Like a fool I lent my soul
On that you can rely
You got a prepaid reservation
And that's the only way to fly
Let's make love, the feeling is right
Just passing by like ships in
On that you can rely
You got a prepaid reservation
And that's the only way to fly
Let's make love, the feeling is right
Just passing by like ships in
my plastic dashboard Jesus
Waiting there to greet us
Hey, hey
I finally found my way
Said goodbye to yesterday
Hit the gas, there ain't no
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
There was a man whose deeds were dark as night
And quite by chance he rode into the light
A man, wild as a dust devil with, no place to run
Livin' by
There's no way that you can get by,
No, there's no way you can get by.
Why don't you take the easy way?
Why don't you co-operate?
Don't just sit there
He'd run out of luck
He'd run out of gas in his pickup truck
Hitch a ride, catch a train or a Greyhound bus
'Cause there's a baby on the way
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If
and Ronnie Biggs did it
Let's walk into a bank and out with it
Let's get rich, rich quick, baby
The way things are going we need a quick fix, baby
I don't
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
In a time where the sun descends alone,
I ran a long long way from home
to find a heart that's made out of stone.
I will try,
I just need a little
down on a day like this?
The evening comes and we?re hanging out,
On the front step, and a car rolls by with the windows rolled down,
And that
When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son
My mother she was a fisherman's wife
She was scrubbing floors most
better way
Out of nowhere came this vision
Of you and me together
Looking for a better way
Then from nowhere
You came running
Look out, world
There's
and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way round we go to get there
Then I'll change the way that I strut my stuff
'Cause nobody wants you when you're old and gray
There'll be some changes made
They say the old time
out to play,
And now as they wander, my thoughts ever stray
South of the border, down Mexico way.
And she sighed as she whispered "manana,"
Never
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