| Saw your picture on a poster in a cafe out in Phoenix
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| Guess you’re still the sweetheart 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| Everything that glitters is not gold |