Lyrics

Saw your picture on a poster in a cafe out in Phoenix;
Guess you’re still the sweet heart of the rodeo.
As for me and little Casey, we still make the circuit,
In a one-horse trailer and a mobile home.
And she still asks about you all the time,
And I guess we never even cross your mind
But oh sometimes I think about you,
And the way you used to ride out,
In your rhinestones and your sequins,
With the sunlight on your hair.
And, oh, the crowd will always love you,
But as for me, I’ve come to know.
Everything that glitters is not gold.

Well old Red he’s getting older,
And last Saturday he stumbled.
But you know I just can’t bear to let him go.
Little Casey, she’s still growing,
And she’s started asking questions,
And there’s certain things a man just doesn’t know.
Her birthday came and you never even called:
I guess we never cross your mind at all.

But oh sometimes I think about you,
And the way you used to ride out,
In your rhinestones and your sequins,
With the sunlight on your hair.
And, oh, the crowd will always love you,
But as for me, I’ve come to know.
Everything that glitters is not gold.

Everybody said you’d make it big someday,
And I guess that we were only in your way,
But someday I’m sure your gonna know the cost.
’Cos for everything you win there’s something lost.

But oh sometimes I think about you,
And the way you used to ride out,
In your rhinestones and your sequins,
With the sunlight on your hair.
And, oh, the crowd will always love you,
But as for me, I’ve come to know.
Everything that glitters is not gold.