Cheyenne, Cheyenne, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne; Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. My foot's in the stirrup, my rein in my hand I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan' Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne; My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay My wagon is loaded and rolling away. We ride all day ´till the sun´s going down I´m gonna be glad to get out of this town.