Lyrics Goodbye Old Paint - Michael Martin Murphey

Goodbye Old Paint

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.