Farewell, fair ladies, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne, Farewell, fair ladies, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne, Good-bye, my little Dony, my pony won't stand. (Refrain sung after every verse:) Old Paint, old Paint, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne. Good-bye, old Paint, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne. Old Paint's a good pony, she paces when she can. In the middle of the ocean, there grows a green tree, But I'll never prove false to the girl that loves me. Oh, we spread down the blanket on the green, grassy ground, And the horses and cattle were a-grazing all 'round. Oh, the last time I saw her, it was late in the fall, She was riding old Paint, and a-leadin' old Ball. Old Paint had a colt down on the Rio Grande, And the colt couldn't pace and they named it Cheyenne. For my feet's in the stirrups, my bridle's in my hand, Good-bye my little dony, my pony won't stand. Farewell, fair ladies, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne, Farewell, fair ladies, I'm a-leaving Cheyenne, Good-bye, my little Dony, my pony won't stand. From this Old Paint thread Barry
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