Old Paint

Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye my little darling, my pony won't stand Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can In the middle of the ocean there grows a green tree But it [] falls to the girl that loves me Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can We lay down on the blankets of the green grassy ground And the horses and the cattle were grazing all around Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can Oh, the last time I saw her she was grazing in the fall She was riding Old Paint and leading [] Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can My feets in my stirrups, my bridle's in my hand Goodbye my little pony no longer to stand Old Paint, Old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye Old Paint I'm leaving Cheyenne Old Paint's a good pony, and she paces when she can Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne Farewell fair ladies I'm leaving Cheyenne Goodbye my little darling, my pony won't stand