Cheyenne chords by Donovan Woods

🎸 Intro:

D



🎸 Verse 1:
      D                            F#m
I am going on my way to see what’s left of Cheyenne
                G                              A
I’ve known the name all my life, ain’t put a face to it yet
            Bm               A            G        D
And there’s just too many things I ain’t seen so I am
G                  A  D
Driving north to find it
      D                        F#m
And every couple miles the reception dies on out
               G                     A
And there’s a buzzing in my mind a little looming cloud
          Bm           A              G             D
Like I’m waiting on a call that I’m gonna miss somehow
        G         A     D
Ain’t that some sweet irony
🎸 Chorus:
       G                             D
I was hoping to feel something undeniable
       G                           D              A
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books
             Bm           A              G     D
‘Cause it’s just another town on its way back down
          G         A      D
To being wholly unremarkable

🎸 Verse 2:
           D                           F#m
There’s a dead famous writer buried in some southern state
            G                          A
He won the Pulitzer Prize, now he’s a weekend trip away
       Bm              A               G               D
And I figured I’d sit calmly in the grass beside his grave
           G           A      D
But it was dirt and empty bottles

🎸 Chorus:
       G                             D
I was hoping to feel something undeniable
       G                           D              A
I was sold a bill of goods by documentaries and books
        Bm      A                     G             D
And it strikes me that he would be shaken by this scene
            G                A      D
So doesn’t that make me the problem
🎸 Outro:
       D                            F#m
I am going on my way to see what’s left of Cheyenne
                G                              A
I’ve known the name all my life, ain’t put a face to it yet
            Bm              A             G         D
And there’s just too many things I ain’t seen so I am
G                   A   D
 Driving north to find it