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Saw your picture on a poster, in a cafe out in Phoenix |
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Guess you're still the sweet heart of the rodeo |
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As for me and little Casey, we still make the circuit |
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In a one horse trailer and a mobile home |
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And she still asks about you all the time |
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And I guess we never even cross your mind |
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But oh sometimes I think about you |
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And the way you used to ride out |
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In your rhinestones and your sequins |
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With the sunlight on your hair |
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And oh the crowd will always love you |
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But as for me I've come to know |
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Everything that glitters is not gold |
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Well old Red he's getting older, and last Saturday he stumbled |
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But you know I just can't bear to let him go |
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Little Casey she's still growing and she's started asking questions |
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And there's certain things a man just doesn't know |
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Her birthday came and you never even called |
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I guess we never cross your mind at all |
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But then sometimes I think about you |
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And the way you used to ride out |
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In your rhinestones and your sequins |
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With the sunlight on your hair |
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And oh the crowd will always love you |
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But as for me I've come to know |
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Everything that glitters is not gold |
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Everybody said you'd make it big someday |
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And I guess that we were only in your way |
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But someday I'm sure your gonna know the cost |
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Cause for everything you win there's something lost |
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But oh sometimes I think about you |
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And the way you used to ride out |
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In your rhinestones and your sequins |
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With the sunlight on your hair |
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And oh the crowd will always love you |
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But as for me I've come to know |
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Everything that glitters is not gold |
