Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne,
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
My foot in the stirrup, my pony won’t stand;
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne, I’m off for Montan’;
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
I’d a ridin’ Old Paint, I’m a-leadin’ Old Fan;
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
With my feet in the stirrups, my bridle in my hand;
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
Old Paint’s a good pony, he paces when he can;
Good-bye, Little Annie, I’m off for Cheyenne.
Oh hitch up your horses and feed ’em some hay,
And seat yourself by me so long as you stay.
My horses ain’t hungry, they’ll not eat your hay;
My wagon is loaded and rolling away.
My foot in the stirrup, my reins in my hand;
Good morning, young lady, my horses won’t stand.
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne,
Good-bye, Old Paint, I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.
~1921
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