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D4= XX0233 [G/f#]=220033 LIGHTS OF CHEYENNE

  = X32033 = 320033 JAMES MCMURTRY

  = 022033

VERSE 1

Look off down the highway at the glittering lights

Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight

  As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains

  All bunched up like pearls on a string

  And I guess time don't mean nothin' Not nothin' at all

And out on the horizon the broken stars fall

Old broken stars they fall down on the land

  And get mixed together with the lights of Cheyenne

VERSE 2

Well I've been up all night and I'm down on my back

Workin' the counter to take up the slack

  Cause the money tree's light and the whiskey stream's low

  You ain't worked a week since July

  You say the gravel pit's hiring After the first

But you don't have the nature for that kind of work

  You might get hired on But you won't make a hand

  And I'll still be here lookin' at the lights of Cheyenne

CHORUS

  You stand in the sky

  with your feet on the ground

  Never suspectin' a thing

  But if the sky were to

  move you might never be found

  [G/f#]

Never be heard from again

VERSE 3

We go on good behavior when our youngest comes home

She comes up from Boulder but she never stays long

  And that oldest still fights me like she was 18

  Stopped in for a 6-pack awhile ago

  And she's got a cowboy problem And this last one's a sight

All dressed up like Gunsmoke for Saturday night

  And they were off to the bars for lack of a plan

  Racing the stars to the lights of Cheyenne

(little solo part goes here)

VERSE 4

And you've kept all that meanness inside you so long

You'd fight with a fence post if it looked at your wrong

  Well the post won't hit back, and it won't call the law

  I look at your right, or I don't look at all

  Now take a crumpled up soft pack and give it a shake

Out by the dumpster on a cigarette break

  With one eye swelled up from the back of your hand

  And the other eye fixed on the lights of Cheyenne

Chorus

VERSE 5

Now there's antelope grazing in range of my gun

Come opening weekend you won't see a one

  They'll vanish like ghosts `cause somehow they know

  But now they're up to the fence in the early dawn

  And it's warming up nicely for this time of year

The creeks are still frozen but the roads are all clear

  And I don't have it in me to make one more stand

  Though I never much cared f or the lights of Cheyenne