Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne
Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye my little darling, my pony won't standOld Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she canIn the middle of the ocean there grows a green tree
But it [] falls to the girl that loves meOld Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she canWe lay down on the blankets of the green grassy ground
And the horses and the cattle were grazing all aroundOld Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she canOh, the last time I saw her she was grazing in the fall
She was riding Old Paint and leading []Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she canMy feets in my stirrups, my bridle's in my hand
Goodbye my little pony no longer to standOld Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she canFarewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne
Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne
Goodbye my little darling, my pony won't stand