Saw your picture on a poster in a cafe out in Phoenix
Guess you're still the sweetheart of the rodeo
As for me and little Casey, we still make the circuit
In a one horse trailer and a motor home
Her birthday came and never even called
I guess we never cross your mind at all
Then sometimes I think about you
The way you used to ride out
With your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
Though the crowd will always love you
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
But there's certain things a man just doesn't know
She still asks about you all the time
But I guess we never even cross your mind
Then sometimes I think about you
The way you used to ride out
With your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
Though the crowd will always love you
As for me, I've come to know
Everything that glitters is not gold
Everybody said you'd make it big someday
But I guess that we were only in your way
Sometimes I know you're gonna know the cost
'Cause for everything you win, there's somethin' lost
And sometimes I think about you
The way you used to ride out
With your rhinestones and your sequins
With the sunlight on your hair
And, though the crowd will always love you
As for me I've come to know
Everything that glitters is not gold
Everything that glitters is not gold