Cheyenne [v.Mix 3 in A Vox M w/flute, 20180302](Demo)
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LYRICS:
On a cold and misty morning morning we go riding out,
to a special kind of place that no one knows about.
With the spirit of the forest hanging over me,
you can find us riding always simply wild and free.

CHORUS:

‘Cause she’s a trail rider,
and she’s my high flier,
and she’s the finest little filly in the land…
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne!

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When the heavy hands of life are pressing down on me,
and the barren trails of solitude are all I see,
we go charging into lovely lands that now abide
in the joining of the real and unreal in the ride.

CHORUS

‘Cause she’s a trail rider,
and she’s my high flier,
and she’s the finest little filly in the land…
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne!

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Not the raging river of my youth is just a stream,
and the easy passion of those times is mostly dream,
but the racing of her friendly hooves keeps drawing me,
to that special kind of place we’ll have eternally.

CHORUS

‘Cause she’s a trail rider,
and she’s my high flier,
and she’s the finest little filly in the land…
Yeah… finest little filly in the land…
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne!

BRIDGE

CHORUS

‘Cause she’s a trail rider,
and she’s my high flier,
and she’s the finest little filly in the land…
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne!

And she’s the finest little filly in the land…
Yeah, that’s Cheyenne!
Yeah, that’s my Cheyenne!

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