I Can Still Make Cheyenne

Album: Blue Clear Sky (1996)
Play Video
  • 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
    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 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 Writer/s: Aaron Gayle Barker, Ervine Woolsey
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, ERV WOOLSEY COMPANY INC. D/B/A WIMBERLEY MUSIC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Capt. Kirk from Beaumont, TexasI saw this same thing play out in my own life only it was trucking, as a matter of fact my first ex-when i called her did the same thing , told me by the time I got home all of her things would be moved out. I did the same thing to completed my run and then went home to a empty home! Never held it against her, and never looked for her again.
  • Hannah from Ottawa, Ontario (canada)I love this song!
  • Rob from Bossier City, LaThis song speaks to me of a lifestyle that requires so much of you if fills your whole life. I was in the military, and I saw so many relationships fold because even though the man wanted a family and a "Normal" life, his passion was for his unit. The mission drives you, the reward of sacrifice makes you feel important. The only problem in the end, when your body is wore out, and the mission (or rodeo) no longer needs you, your left only with memories, or regrets of what could have been.
see more comments

Editor's Picks

AC/DC

AC/DCFact or Fiction

Does Angus really drink himself silly? Did their name come from a sewing machine? See if you can spot the real stories about AC/DC.

Rickie Lee Jones

Rickie Lee JonesSongwriter Interviews

Rickie Lee Jones on songwriting, social media, and how she's handling Trump.

Who's Johnny, And Why Does He Show Up In So Many Songs

Who's Johnny, And Why Does He Show Up In So Many SongsSong Writing

For songwriters, Johnny represents the American man. He has been angry, cool, magic, a rebel and, of course, marching home.

Grunge Bands Quiz

Grunge Bands QuizMusic Quiz

If the name Citizen Dick means anything to you, there's a chance you'll get some of these right.

Kerry Livgren of Kansas

Kerry Livgren of KansasSongwriter Interviews

In this talk from the '80s, the Kansas frontman talks turning to God and writing "Dust In The Wind."

Songs Discussed in Movies

Songs Discussed in MoviesSong Writing

Bridesmaids, Reservoir Dogs, Willy Wonka - just a few of the flicks where characters discuss specific songs, sometimes as a prelude to murder.