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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