歌词
She sees him ride up in Reno
In every still meet again
And then one night in the shogo
She sees your face up in the stands
They fall in love down in Lufkin
And then part ways in Fort Worth
He takes a bruisin' down in Houston
From a buckin' bronc and from missing her
And he wakes up every morning with the cowboy aches and pains
And wonders if the hurtin', is fair trade for his fame
He used to think that falling was worse than hanging on
But he's findin' out that broken hearts don't heal like broken bones
He tries to call from Amarillo
It rings and rings clear to San Antonio
She let her tears fall on her pillow
'Cause she knows she can't pick up that phone
'Cause she'll wake up every morning, with a cowboy's aches and pains
And wonder if the hurtin', is fair trade for his fame
She'll let him think that falling, was worse than hanging on
'Til he finds out that broken hearts don't heal like broken bones
As the crowd roars in the rodeo
Beneath the bright arena lights
His mind fades back to Reno
And he rides
And he wakes up every morning, with a cowboy's aches and pains
And wonders if the hurtin', is fair trade for his fame
He used to think that falling, was worse than hanging on
Till he finds out that broken hearts don't heal like broken bones
Yeah, he found out that broken hearts can't heal like broken bones
She sees him ride up in Reno