About the song
Saddle Up, Partners, for a Journey Through Time with George Strait’s “I Can Still Make Cheyenne”
Ah, the name George Strait, rings a bell, doesn’t it? A voice as smooth as Texas honey and a guitar that twangs like a lonesome coyote, he’s been a soundtrack to our lives for longer than some of us can remember. And today, we’re dusting off a gem from his 1996 album, Blue Clear Sky, called “I Can Still Make Cheyenne”.
Now, this ain’t your typical foot-stompin’ honky-tonk tune. This one’s a ballad, a slow-burn story that unfolds like a dusty road stretching out before you. It’s about a man, weathered by time and miles, who’s staring down the sunset of his life. He’s got aches and pains where his dreams used to be, and the miles he’s walked have etched a map of regrets on his face.
But there’s a spark in his eyes, a flicker of defiance. He ain’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. He may not be the young buck he once was, but he’s got a fire in his belly that still burns bright. And that fire whispers a promise: “I Can Still Make Cheyenne”.
Cheyenne, you see, ain’t just a city on a map. It’s a symbol, a stand-in for that last mountain he’s gotta climb, that final dream he’s gotta chase. It’s about proving to himself, and maybe the world, that he’s still got the grit, the gumption, to leave his mark before the sun dips below the horizon.
“I Can Still Make Cheyenne” ain’t just a song, it’s a conversation. It’s a whispered promise between a man and his reflection, a pact with the dust that settles on his boots. It’s about the fight in our hearts, the fire that keeps us going even when the path gets rough. It’s about never giving up on that last bit of sunshine, even when the shadows grow long.
So, grab your favorite rocking chair, pour yourself a glass of sweet tea, and let George Strait take you on a journey through time. Let the words wash over you like the wind through the pines, and let the melody stir something deep within your soul. Because whether you’re a seasoned traveler with miles of your own, or just a young buck starting out, “I Can Still Make Cheyenne” is a reminder that the road’s never truly over. As long as the fire burns, the journey continues, and the promise of Cheyenne whispers on the breeze.
Now, close your eyes and listen. Let the song wash over you, and tell me, partner, what’s your Cheyenne? What’s that last mountain you’re gonna climb, that final dream you’re gonna chase? Because as George Strait sings, “I Can Still Make Cheyenne”, and so can you.
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Lyrics
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