Lyrics:
Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes
The bandaged up,
down
Pop the biggest one when I'm overseas
Tryna move the lil' shit out of DC
Spent a bag on Cheyenne, it was easy
Fuck what you gotta say, she gon'
now want the Navaho land
That of the Inuit and the Cheyenne
It's here and it's now you can help us dear man
Now that the buffalo's gone
the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride
at a time
All the way to Tacoma
By then I hope you're out of my mind
Might be some tears in Topeka
A couple of sleepless nights in Cheyenne
And the time that
that leads to Cheyenne
The radio put a song by a Mexican band
Well I guess we were lost in thoughts of brown skin girls,took a couple
Wrong turns in
worked in the mines
On his dreams like boats
We knew we would sail in time
All my sisters soon were gone
To Denver and Cheyenne
Marrying their
Tengo mi clave privada
Yo me paseo por Tijuana
En mi Cheyenne del año
Dos hombres en la cajuela
Con un cuerno en cada mano
De vigilancia dos
The moon hangin' in the sky
Like a copper pan
A tune welling in her eye
Goin' through Cheyenne
The wing of an aeroplane
And away she flew
To sing searing in
I met him in Wyomin'
At the Cheyenne rodeo
Just a kid in pigtails
Of thirteen at the time
I remember how I cheered the day
He rode a horse
I remember waiting for the school bus
Jenny Clayton was my first crush
And neither one of us had a clue
An old Cheyenne it was my first truck
I remember waiting for the school bus
Jenny Clayton was my first crush
And neither one of us had a clue
An old Cheyenne it was my first truck
The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming
Is just about as blue as it gets
And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset,
You ain't seen red
Texas sunflower yellow
Haida, Mohawk, Saulteaux and Sioux
Chicksaw, Ojibwe, Cheyenne, Micmac and Mandan
Ooh, native North American you
Yeah, yeah, baby, North American child
MacArthur Park, singing in Cheyenne
Singing in the wilderness where the truth began
We were gypsies in the wind, learning just to fly
Making music, making
You are)
There You are
In front of me.
The antelopes' white flashing flanks
Sparked in the heart of the Cheyenne breaks,
Only to disappear.
the whole of dem
Inna di Grand Canyon
Nesbert, Cherokee, and Cheyenne
Capture outlaw raiders and Bounty Killer gang
Him woman a fi di Wild Indian
Me take
las fiestas
el caballo que montaba se murio de la tristeza
y el machete que portaba, enmojecido se encuentra
los cambie por mi cheyenne, y por un
a dance tonight
Now if the sun's up in the Cheyenne we'll live a long day
So we'll get all the folks together
There's nothin' like a dance on a Saturday
Ik does a dashik dozen
Ik does a yield gig does
Ik does alone cheyenne
Mad at them who tease him scrawling
(chorus 1)
And I knew deeper darlin
Ik does a dashik dozen
Ik does a yield gig does
Ik does alone cheyenne
Mad at them who tease him scrawling
(chorus 1)
And I knew deeper darlin
don't think about rodeo
Don't think about roundup up in old Cheyenne
It's a crazy circuit yea and he still works it
Come on turn that sound up let's
has perfect wings
All the way down the line
Angels working overtime
She was raised in a place called Cheyenne Wells
But she never fit in
que promete
En su cuello una medalla el milagroso san judas
Su pasión son los caballos y su delirio la damas
En su Cheyenne blindada de lujo y
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