When you get this letter
And I'd rather miss you than live this farce
It's not the end, tomorrow or later
Makes both of us miss each other
Now, now my longing's different
I'm going back to the rodeos
In the city, the chatter is she's from the countryside
And didn't get used to it
I'm going back to the rodeos
In the city, the chatter is she's from the countryside
And didn't get used to it
It's not the end, tomorrow or later
Makes both of us miss each other
Now, now my longing's different
I'm going back to the rodeos
In the city, the chatter is she's from the countryside
And didn't get used to it
I'm going back to the rodeos
In the city, the chatter is she's from the countryside
And didn't get used to it
When you get this letter