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I Can Still Make Cheyenne Lyrics
by 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's been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon
And honey is there somethin' wrong
She said Don't bother comin' home
By 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
She said Don't bother comin' home
By 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
And she always expected the worst
In the back of her mind
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