| They packed up all his buckles
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| And shipped his saddle to his dad
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| And by the way the house looked
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| She must have took it bad
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| The workers come on Monday
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| To fix the door and patch the walls
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| They say she just went crazy
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| The night she got the call
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| He was up in Wyoming
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| Drew a bull no man could ride
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| He promised her he’d turn out
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| Well, it turned out that he lied
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| And all the dreams that they’d been livin'
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| In the California sand
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| Died right there beside him
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| In Cheyenne
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| They say she just went crazy
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| Screamin' out his name
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| She ran out into the ocean
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| And to this day they claim
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| That you can go down by the water
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| And see her footprints in the sand
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| 'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
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| They never found her body
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| Just her diary by the bed
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| It told about the fight they’d had
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| And the words that she had said
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| When he told her he was ridin'
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| She said «Then I don’t give a damn
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| If you never come back from Cheyenne»
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| They say she just went crazy
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| Screamin' out his name
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| She ran out into the ocean
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| And to this day they claim
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| That if you go down by the water
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| You’ll see her footprints in the sand
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| 'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
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| Nobody can explain it
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| Some say she’s still alive
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| They even claim they’ve seen her
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| On the shoreline late at night
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| And if you go down by the water
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| You’ll see her footprints in the sand
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| 'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
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| Every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne |