Her telephone rang about 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 know I've been away too long
I never got a chance to write or call
I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon, and honey is there something wrong?"

Chorus
She said, "Don't bother comin' home,
By the time you get here I'll be long gone
There's some body knew and he sure ain't no rodeo man"

He said, "I'm sorry it's came down to this
There's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's all right 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 lil luck he can still get there in time
And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say:

Chorus

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