I can still make Cheyenne
 
           D                                     G
1. Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine,
D                                             A                        G
    she heard his voice on the other end of the line,
                                                A
    she wondered what was wrong this time.
D                                            G
    She never knew what his calls might bring,
                D                                   A
    with a cowboy like him it could be anything,
                    G                                A                                   D      - A
    and she always expected the worst in the back of her mind.
 
   D                                                 G
2.   He said, it's cold out here and I'm all alone,
D                                                A                               G
    I didn't make the short go, again, and I'm coming home,
                                   A
    I know I've been away too long.
D                                          G
    I never got a chance to write or call,
D                                                      A
    and I know this rodeo has been hard on us all,
               G                              A                                          D
    but I'll be home soon and, honey, is there something wrong ?
 
G                                      A
    She said don't bother comin' home,
               Bm          A               G
    by the time you get here I'll be long gone,
                 D                                   A                             G 
    there's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man.
A-G                                    A
      He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this,
               Bm              A                  G
    there's so much about you that I'm gonna miss.
                  D                       A                                      G
    But it's alright, baba, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.
              D                           A                                      G        -  A
    Gotta go now, baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.
 
   D                                            G
3.   He left that phone danglin' off the hook,
D                                             A                      G
    then he slowly turned and gave it one last look,
                          A
    then he just walked away.
D                                                        G
    He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line,
                D                                A
    with a little luck he could still get there in time,
           G                           A                                        D
    and in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say.
 
+ CHORUS
 
D                                            G
    She never knew what his calls might bring,
                D                                   A
    with a cowboy like him it could be anything,
                   G                                A                                   D
    and she always expected the worst in the back of her mind.
 
+ Instrumental = last three lines
 
 (orig. = capo 1st)    (George Strait)