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