I Won’t Be Cryin’ If You Don’t Love Me
Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands
I Won’t Be Cryin’ If You Don’t Love Me — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
(Verse 1)
I froze in front of that bull at the rodeo, last week; it broke my bones,
But a busted heart don’t feel the pain when you’re all alone.
I’ll climb Mount Scott just to touch the sky,
‘Cause the mountain’s high, but it’s lower than your goodbye.
Sure, I’ve had enough whiskey to knock out a steer,
But the burn in my chest ain’t the only thing I fear.
(Chorus)
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me,
I’ll be ridin’ bareback in a tornado, wild and free.
I’ll drive this truck 90 down a dirt road flyin’,
And if I crash, well, hell, I’ll just keep tryin’.
I’ll butcher a rattlesnake just to feel alive,
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me tonight.
(Verse 2)
Went bo huntin’ hogs in West Texas plains,
No trees to climb, just me and the pain.
I might walk from here to Olton when the well runs dry,
No water in hand, just me and the sky.
Brawled in Plainview over boots and pride,
But your name was the only thing I kept inside.
(Chorus)
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me,
I’ll be ridin’ bareback in a tornado, wild and free.
I’ll drive this truck 90 down a dirt road flyin’,
And if I crash, well, hell, I’ll just keep tryin’.
I’ll butcher a rattlesnake just to feel alive,
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me tonight.
(Bridge)
I’ll break a mustang on the open plains,
Chasin’ ghosts of you, but I won’t be namin’ names.
Ridin’ the meanest bull just to taste the fear,
But none of that danger can bring you near.
(verse 3)
I might drink a full bottle of whiskey in one settin’.
Nothing says “I’m coping well” like drinking enough whiskey to kill a steer.
(Chorus)
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me,
I’ll be ridin’ bareback in a tornado, wild and free.
I’ll drive this truck 90 down a dirt road flyin’,
And if I crash, well, hell, I’ll just keep tryin’.
I’ll butcher a rattlesnake just to feel alive,
I won’t be cryin’ if you don’t love me tonight.
(Outro)
So let the coyotes howl, let the moonlight fall,
I’ll be chasin’ the wild while you forget it all.
I won’t be cryin’, no, I won’t shed a tear,
‘Cause this cowboy’s too broken to care if you’re not here.
