I saw your picture on a poster in a cafe out in Phoenix

I 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 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'vе come to know

Everything that glitters is not gold

Wеll, 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

Her birthday came and you never even called

I guess we never cross your mind at all

But then, 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 you're gonna know the cost

'Cause for everything you win, there's something lost

But then, 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

Ooh, everything that glitters is not gold