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 anythin'

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

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 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 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 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 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 anythin'

And she always expected the worst

In the back of her mind