Leave the hanger.
Lose the sadness,
Use the anger.
The past is gone, it’s all been said.
So heres to what the future brings,
I know tomorrow you’ll find better things.
When the honkytonks all close.
But the one that prays for more rain,
That the good feed brings the money,
And the money buys the clothes.
Not the diamond sequins shining on TV,
But the kind the working cowboy really needs.
Face up to the truth,
I can walk away from trouble,
But I can’t walk away from you.
Nothing is too much to bear,
Where you’ve been is good and gone,
All you keep is the getting there.