She heard his voice on the
She wondered what was wrong this time
With a cowboy like him it
She always expected the wor
st in the back of her mind
He said it's cold out here
Didn't make the short go again,
I know I've been away too long
I never got a chance to write or call
But I'll be home soon, and honey,
is there something wrong?
She said, don't bother coming home
By the time you get here,
There's somebody new and he
if I hurry I can still make
if I hurry I can still make
He left that phone dangling off the hook
Then slowly turned around
and gave it one last look
He aimed his truck toward that
With a little luck he could
And in that shying wind he
She said, don't bother coming home
By the time you get here,
There's somebody new and he
if I hurry I can still make
if I hurry I can still make
And she always expected the worst in the
