I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep insideLike my heart's sprung a big breakAnd the stab of loneliness, sharp and painfulThat I may never shakeNow you might say that I was taking it hardSince you wrote me off with a callBut don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrowWhen I may break right down and bawlNow the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretchHeartaches are going to the insideMy tears are holding backThey're trying not to fallMy heart's out of the runningTrue love's scratched for another's sakeThe race is on and it looks like heartachesAnd the winner loses allOne day I had ventured in love, never once suspectingWhat the final results would beHow I lived in fear of waking up each morningAnd finding that you'd gone from meThere's aching and pain in my heartFor the day was the one that I hated to faceSomebody new came up to win herAnd I came out in second placeNow the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretchHeartaches are going to the insideMy tears are holding backThey're trying not to fallMy heart's out of the runningTrue love's scratched for another's sakeThe race is on and it looks like heartachesAnd the winner loses all
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Merle Ronald Haggard (Oildale, California; 6 de abril de 1937 - Palo Cedro, California; 6 de abril de 2016) fue un cantante, guitarrista, violinista y compositor estadounidense de música country.
Junto con Buck Owens, Haggard y su banda The Strangers…
