Saw your picture on a poster in a cafe out in Phoenix;Guess youâre 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 mindBut 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, Iâve come to know.Everything that glitters is not gold.Well old Red heâs getting older,And last Saturday he stumbled.But you know I just canât bear to let him go.Little Casey, sheâs still growing,And sheâs started asking questions,And thereâs certain things a man just doesnât 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, Iâve come to know.Everything that glitters is not gold.Everybody said youâd make it big someday,And I guess that we were only in your way,But someday Iâm sure your gonna know the cost.âCos for everything you win thereâs 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, Iâve come to know.Everything that glitters is not gold.