Buckles and Spurs

She took his call from Reno She didn't hang up right away The first I'm sorry past his lips That's all he had to say After seven weeks out on the road The late night calls and I'll soon be home's She realized he'd never be hers Long as he still has his Buckles and his Spurs Buckles and Spurs and Friday night rides Longneck bottles and Marlboro Lights She knew she'd never hold him for long Weather he bucks off or he rides just the same All she's left with is his last name A ring on her finger for all that that's worth An old gold buckle and a worn out set of spurs While she's at home holding babies He's out holding them reins From a truck stop in Toledo to a motel in Spokane She's quit asking questions what keeps him running round And she realized he'd never be hers Long as he still has his buckles and his spurs Buckles and Spurs and Friday night rides Longneck bottles and Marlboro Lights She knew she'd never hold him for long Weather he bucks off or he rides just the same All she's left with is his last name A ring on her finger for all that that's worth An old gold buckle and a worn out set of spurs Buckles and Spurs and Friday night rides Longneck bottles and Marlboro Lights She knew she'd never hold him for long Weather he bucks off or he rides just the same All she's left with is his last name A ring on her finger for all that that's worth An old gold buckle and a worn out set of spurs