<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=71872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Can Still Make Cheyenne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her telephone rang bout a quarter to nine<br>She heard his voice on the other end of the line<br>She wondered what was wrong this time<br>She never knew what his calls might bring<br>With a cowboy like him it could be anything<br>And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind.<br>He said, its cold out here and Im all alone,<br>I didnt make the short go again and Im coming home.<br>I know Ive been away too long.<br>I never got a chance to write or call<br>And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all<br>But Ill be home soon and honey is there something wrong? <br>Chorus:<br>She said, dont bother comin home.<br>By the time you get here Ill be long gone.<br>Theres somebody new and he sure aint no rodeo man.<br>He said, Im sorry its come down to this.<br>Theres so much about you that Im gonna miss.<br>But its alright baby, if I hurry I can still make cheyenne.<br>Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make cheyenne.<br>He left that phone danglin off the hook<br>Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look<br>Then he just walked away<br>He aimed his truck toward that wyoming line<br>With a little luck he could still get there in time<br>And in that cheyenne wind he could still hear her say.<br>Repeat chorus</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by George Strait - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=71872" data-title="I Can Still Make Cheyenne" data-description="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 wors..."></div> </div> </div>

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