GOODBYE, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, — My foot in the stirrup, my pony won't stand; Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off for Montan'; Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. I'm a-ridin' Old Paint, I'm a-leadin' old Fan; Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. With my feet in the stirrups, my bridle in my hand; Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. Old Paint's a good pony, he paces when he can; Goodbye, little Annie, I'm off for Cheyenne. Oh, hitch up your horses and feed 'em some hay, And seat yourself by me so long as you stay. My horses ain't hungry, they'll not eat your hay; My wagon is loaded and rolling away. My foot in my stirrup, my reins in my hand; Good-morning, young lady, my horses won't stand. Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. Goodbye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |