Cheyenne, Cheyenne, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne.
My foot's in the stirrup, my rein in my hand
I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
We ride all day �킴till the sun�킴s going down
I�킴m gonna be glad to get out of this town.