When the boy was no more than a shaver    His old man told many a tale    How his great grand dad used to go drovin    Back and forth on the Oachezown Trail    Now you might say the boy got infected    By a fantasy of the old west    For his heart and his soul got connected    To a spirit that won't let him rest       (Chorus)    Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle    He don't spend his nights 'round the fire    And it's diesel oil that his horses require    He is a latter day cowboy    Dressed as a truck driving man    Driving his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne       He beds down by the side of the highway    At the sight of the first evening star    In the darkness his big pony iddles    As he quietly strums his guitar    And he sings out a song of his sweetheart    Even as her sweet memory grows dim    And he sings of the trail he has chosen    But the actual fact is the trail chose him       (Chorus)       Driving his wheels and his dreams to Cheyenne