Uncle Hyena (unclehyena) wrote,
Uncle Hyena
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Faster Horses

Faster Horses
(The Cowboy and the Poet)
Tom T. Hall

He was an old time cowboy, don't you understan',
His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his face was leather tan.
His toes were pointed inward from a hangin' on a horse
He was an old philosopher of course.

He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip;
He had to drink the beer to keep his breeches on his hips.
I knew I had to ask him 'bout the mysteries of life;
He spat between his boots and he replied,

Son, it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.

--- Instrumental ---

He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tabacco stains;
He said it don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain;
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity,
And buffalo chips is all that means to me.

I told him I was a poet; I was lookin' for the truth.
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women, or other loot.
I said I was a writer; my soul was all on fire
He looked at me and he said, "You are a liar."

Son, it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I was disillusioned if I say the least;
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet;
There was somethin' cold and shiny laying by my head,
So I started to believe the things he said.

Well, my poet days're over and I'm back to bein' me,
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality.
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
I think that I will readilly affirm,

Son, it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.

Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.
Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.
It's faster horsesm younger women, older whiskey, more money...
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