He was an old time cowboy don't you understand
His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tent
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 about the mysteries of life
He spat between his boots and he replied.
It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money.
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He smiled and his teets were covered with tabacco stains
He said it don't do man 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.
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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 in 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...