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 coming home I know I've been away too long I never got a chance to write or call And 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 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 could still get there in time And in that cheyenne wind he could still hear her say
She said, don't bother comin' home By 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
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