She likes the lights in the arena

She's a queen when they turn 'em on

She'll smile and say, "It's good to see ya"

Like I ain't missed her every day since she's been gone

She'll park her trailer in my driveway

She'll lay beside me in my bed

But she don't talk about the highway

And I don't ask, no, I don't ask

Out here in Cheyenne

Tumbleweeds roll through town

In July, I'm her man

But August is something we dance around

She'll ride in Cheyenne

And then she'll ride on out

'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne

'Cept a few broke-downs and her damned old rodeo clown

She never asks me to go with her

So I never ask her if she'll stay

She'll be in Wickenburg by winter

And I'll be whiskey-wishin' for them summer days

Cowgirls, they can't ride forever

Eventually, she'll have to plant her roots

But nothing ever grows here 'cept cracks on the roads here

And a girl that pretty don't need no city where nothing ever happens like

Out here in Cheyenne

Tumbleweeds roll through town

In July, I'm her man

But August is something we dance around

She'll ride in Cheyenne

And then she'll ride on out

'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne

'Cept a few broke-downs and her damned old rodeo clown

She'll ride in Cheyenne

And then she'll ride on out

'Cause nobody stays in Cheyenne

'Cept a few broke-downs and her damned old rodeo clown

I'm her damned old rodeo clown