Pistol Annies - Cheyenne

She ^Alives for the nightlife and ^Dtrashy tat^Atoos, She loves country music and broken-in ^Eboots, No^Dbody can blame her for the chip on her ^F#mshoulder, She finds ^Bmplenty of pooltable ^Ecowboys to ^Ahold her.

^AHer daddy says she was ^Ddestined for ^Asadness, And her Grandmama Lily’s to blame for the ^Emadness, The ^Donly forever she knew ended ^F#mtragic, So she’ll ^Bmfall the night while the ^Eneon light ^Aflashes.

If ^DI could trade love like Chey^Aenne. If I could ^Dbe just as cold as the ^Abeer in her ^Ehand. If I could ^Dmove men and mountains with a wink and a ^F#mgrin. Oh, if ^BmI could treat ^Elove like Chey^Aenne.

She ^Aknows how to make him ^Dwild in the ^Aeyes, Comes on like a fever and sets him on ^Efire, ^DI bet she won’t even cry when it’s ^F#mover, She’s ^Bmfast like a train, no^Ebody can ^Aslow her.

If ^DI could trade love like Chey^Aenne. If I could ^Dbe just as cold as the ^Abeer in her ^Ehand. If I could ^Dmove men and mountains with a wink and a ^F#mgrin. Oh, if ^BmI could treat ^Elove like Chey^F#menne. I wish ^BmI could treat ^Elove like Chey^Aenne.