Cheyenne

I'm a-tellin' you the truth and not lyin' nor jokin',
I'd rather be in jail than to be heart-hroken.

cho: Cheyenne-a, Cheyenne, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne;
Cheyenne-a, Cheyenne, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne;

My foot's in the stirrup, my rein's in my hand,
I'm a-riding old Paint and a-leaving Cheyenne.

My foot's in the stirrup, my rein's in my hand,
Good-by, old Paint, you're a-leaving Cheyenne.

My pony is tired, my pinto can't stand
Good-by, old Paint, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne.

I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
Good-by, old Paint, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne.
From Lomax, Cowboy Songs. Last 2 verses from somewhere in Colorado,
ca 1947
RG