Lyrics: 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 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 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 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 somebody 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
