Her telephone rang
About 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
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 something wrong?"
She said, "Don't bother coming 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
Dangling 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 coming 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