♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ She lives for the nightlife and trashy tattoos ♪ ♪♪ ♪ She loves country music and broken-in blues ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Nobody can blame her for the chip on her shoulder ♪ ♪♪ ♪ She'd find plenty of pool table cowboys to hold her ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Her daddy says she was destined for sadness ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Her grandmama Lily's to blame for the madness ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Lonely forever she knew ended tragically ♪ ♪ So she'll fall for the night while the neon light flashes ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Rock a tree low like Cheyenne ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If I could move many mountains with a wink and a grin ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ She knows how to make you wild blue eyes ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Comes on like a fever and sets him on fire ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I bet she won't even cry when it's over ♪ ♪♪ ♪ She's fast like a train nobody can slow her ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If I could treat love like Cheyenne ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If I could be just as cold as the beer in her hand ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If I could move many mountains with a wink and a grin ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, if I could treat love like Cheyenne ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I wish I could treat love like Cheyenne ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪