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 never got a chance to write or call

And I know this rodeo's been hard on us all

But I'll be home soon and honey is there somethin wrong"



(Chorus)

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 honey 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 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



(Repeat Chorus)



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