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
somethin' wrong
She said don't bother
comin' home
By the time you get here
I'll be long gone
There's somebody 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 alright 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 somebody 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 alright 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