Lyrics:

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 something wrong?'

She said, 'Don't bother coming 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 dangling 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 coming 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 anything
And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind