Can Still Make Cheyenne — текст песни (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, its cold out here and Im all alone

I didnt make the short go, again and Im coming home

I know Ive 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 Ill be home soon

And honey is there somethin wrong



She said, dont bother comin home

By time you get here Ill be long gone

Theres somebody new and he sure aint no rodeo man

He said, Im sorry its come down to this

Theres so much about you that Im gonna miss

But its 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



She said, dont bother comin home

By time you get here Ill be long gone

Theres somebody new and he sure aint no rodeo man

He said, Im sorry its come down to this

Theres so much about you that Im gonna miss

But its 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

And she always expected the worst

In the back of her mind