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