[Verse 1: Grace Tyler] The telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine I heard his voice on the other end of the line And wondered what was wrong this time I never knew what his calls might bring A cowboy like him, it could be anything And I always expected the worst in the back of my mind
[Verse 2: Max McNown] I said, "It's cold out here and I'm all alone 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?"
[Chorus: Max McNown & Grace Tyler, Max McNown] 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." 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
[Verse 3: Max McNown, Max McNown & Grace Tyler] I left that phone dangling off the hook Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look Then I just walked away Aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line With a little luck I could still get there in time And in that Cheyenne wind I could still hear you say
[Chorus: Max McNown & Grace Tyler, Max McNown] 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." 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
[Outro: Max McNown & Grace Tyler, Max McNown] 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 mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
