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...