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 © GOLD CHOLLA MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com