Cheyenne

She likes the lights in the arena. She's a queen when they turn 'em on. She'll smile and say, "It's good to see ya," Like I ain't missed her every day since she's Been gone. She'll park her trailer in my driveway. She'll lay beside me in my bed. But she don't talk about the highway, And I don't ask. No, I don't ask. Out here in Cheyenne, Tumbleweeds roll through town. In July, I'm her man, But August is something we dance around. She'll ride in Cheyenne, And then she'll ride on out. 'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne, Except a few broke downs and her damned ol' Rodeo clown. She never asked me to go with her, So I never ask her if she'll stay. She'll be in Wickenburg by winter, And I'll be whiskey wishing for them summer days. Cowgirls, they can't ride forever. Eventually she'll have to plant her roots. But nothing ever grows here, except cracks on the Roads here. And a girl that pretty don't need No city where nothing ever happens like... Out here in Cheyenne, Tumbleweeds roll through town. In July, I'm her man, but August is Something we dance around. She'll ride in Cheyenne, And then she'll ride on out. 'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne, Except a few broke downs and her damned ol' Rodeo clown. She'll ride in Cheyenne, and then she'll Ride on out. 'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne, Except a few broke downs and her damned ol' Rodeo clown. I'm her damned ol' rodeo clown.