Well I'm hanging up my heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse. I don't wanna be wounded by the wrong kind of love. No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight.
[Chorus]. Well I'm hanging up my heart, in the lodge in the bunkhouse. I don't wanna be wounded by the wrong kind of love. No more rodeo dances, no more howling at the moonlight.