Goodbye Old Paint - Michael Martin Murphey

My foot’s in the stirrup, my rein in my hand

I’m a-leavin'Cheyenne, I’m off to Montan'

Goodbye, old Paint, I’m a-leavin'Cheyenne;

My horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay

My wagon is loaded and rolling away.

We ride all day??

till the sun??

s going down

I??

m gonna be glad to get out of this town.