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[Verse 1]
D F#mI Am going on my way to see what’s left of Cheyenne
G AI’ve known the name all my life, ain’t put a face to it yet
Bm A G DAnd there’s just too many things I ain’t seen so I am
G A DDriving north to find it
D F#mAnd every couple miles the reception dies on out
G AAnd there’s a buzzing in my mind a little looming cloud
Bm A G DLike I’m waiting on a call that I’m gonna miss somehow
G A DAin’t that some sweet irony
[Chorus]
G DI was hoping to feel something undeniable
G D AI was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books
Bm A G D‘Cause it’s just another town on its way back down
G A DTo being wholly unremarkable
[Verse 2]
D F#mThere’s a dead famous writer buried in some southern state
G AHe won the Pulitzer Prize, now he’s a weekend trip away
Bm A G DAnd I figured I’d sit calmly in the grass beside his grave
G A DBut it was dirt and empty bottles
[Chorus]
G DI was hoping to feel something undeniable
G D AI was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books
Bm A G DAnd it strikes me that he would be shaken by this scene
G A DSo doesn’t that make me the problem
[Outro]
D F#mI Am going on my way to see what’s left of Cheyenne
G AI’ve known the name all my life, ain’t put a face to it yet
Bm A G DAnd there’s just too many things I ain’t seen so I am
G A D Driving north to find it
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