I Can Still Make Cheyenne (Live From Chief's)

Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter 'til 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

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

I know this rodeo's been hard on us all

But I'll be home soon

And honey is there somethin' wrong?"

Don't, don't ever screw up George Strait

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

Slowly turned around and gave it one last look

And then he just walked away

He aimed his truck towards 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 anything

She always expected the worst in the back of her mind

She always expected the worst in the back of her mind