Texty: George Strait. Troubadour. If Heartaches Were Horses.

Been in the saddle since the sun came up
Rounding up strays in this old West Texas dust
She's been packing her things since I put coffee on
By sundown she'll be gone

Damned this old girth, worn right in two
But a spare link of leather and I?ll make it do
And just when I think I got life by the reins
Home ain?t sweet home on the range

If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle
I'd ride home at sunset, sitting tall in the saddle
If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle

And she'd say she loved me and this cowboy way of life
She'd be right beside me when we rode home tonight

If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle
I'd ride home at sunset, sitting tall in the saddle
If heartaches were horses and hard times were cattle