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" 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 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" 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