Cheyenne
I am going on my way to see what's left of Cheyenne,
I've known the name all my life, ain't put a face to it yet,
And there's just too many things I ain't seen so I am,
Driving north to find it,
And every couple miles the reception dies out,
And there's a buzzing in my mind, a little looming cloud,
Like I'm waiting on a call that I'm gonna miss somehow,
Ain't that some sweet irony,
I was hoping to feel something undeniable,
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books,
'Cause it's just another town on its way back down,
To being wholly unremarkable,
There's a dead famous writer buried in some southern state,
He won the Pulitzer Prize, now he's a weekend trip away,
And I figured I'd sit calmly in the grass beside his grave,
But it was dirt and empty bottles,
I was hoping to feel something undeniable,
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books,
And it strikes me that he would be shaken by this scene,
So doesn't that make me the problem,
I am going on my way to see what's left of Cheyenne,
I've known the name all my life, ain't put a face to it yet,
And there's just too many things I ain't seen so I am,
Driving north to find it
I've known the name all my life, ain't put a face to it yet,
And there's just too many things I ain't seen so I am,
Driving north to find it,
And every couple miles the reception dies out,
And there's a buzzing in my mind, a little looming cloud,
Like I'm waiting on a call that I'm gonna miss somehow,
Ain't that some sweet irony,
I was hoping to feel something undeniable,
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books,
'Cause it's just another town on its way back down,
To being wholly unremarkable,
There's a dead famous writer buried in some southern state,
He won the Pulitzer Prize, now he's a weekend trip away,
And I figured I'd sit calmly in the grass beside his grave,
But it was dirt and empty bottles,
I was hoping to feel something undeniable,
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books,
And it strikes me that he would be shaken by this scene,
So doesn't that make me the problem,
I am going on my way to see what's left of Cheyenne,
I've known the name all my life, ain't put a face to it yet,
And there's just too many things I ain't seen so I am,
Driving north to find it
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Writer(s): Donovan Clark Woods, Jake Etheridge (2)
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