I Can Still Make Cheyenne - George Strait

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 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.