Chorus:
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
Repeat Chorus 2x’s