Lyrics:

Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nineShe heard his voice on the other end of the lineShe wondered what was wrong this timeShe never knew what his calls might bringWith a cowboy like him, it could be anythingAnd she always expected the worst in the back of her mindHe said it's cold out here, and I'm all aloneI didn't make the short go, again, and I'm coming homeI know I've been away too longI never got a chance to write or callAnd I know this rodeo has been hard on us allBut I'll be home soon And, Honey, is there something wrong?ChorusShe said don't bother coming homeBy the time you get here I'll be long goneThere's somebody new and it sure ain't no rodeo manHe said I'm sorry it's come down to this[I Can Still Make Cheyenne lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]There's so much about you that I'm gonna missBut it's alright baby, if I hurry I can still make CheyenneGotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make CheyenneHe left that phone dangling off the hookThen slowly turned around and gave it one last lookThen he just walked awayHe aimed his truck at the Wyoming lineWith a little luck he could still get there in timeAnd in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her sayrepeat CHORUSShe never knew what his calls might bringWith a cowboy like him, it could be anythingAnd she always expected the worst in the back of her mind