Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine
She heard his voice on the other end of the line
She wondered what was wrong this time
She never knew what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him it could be anything
And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind
He said, It's cold out here, and I'm all alone
I didn't make the short go again and I'm comin' home
I know I've been away too long
I never got a chance to write or call
I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon, and honey is there something wrong?
She said, don't bother comin' home
By the time you get here I'll be long gone
There's some body new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's all right baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
He left that phone danglin' off the hook
Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look
Then he just walked away
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line
With a little luck he can still get there in time
And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say:
She said, don't bother comin' home
By the time you get here I'll be long gone
There's some body new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's came down to this
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's all right baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne
She never knew what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him, it could be anything
And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind...
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