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Tom T Hall Miscellaneous Faster Horses (1976) He was an old time cowboy dont you understand His eyes were sharp as razors blades his face was leather tan His toes were pointed in from a-hanging 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 a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life He spit between his boots and he replied Its faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains He said it dont do men no good to pray for piece and rain Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity And buffalo chips is all it means to me I told him I was a poet I was looking for the truth I do not care for horses, whiskey, woman, or the loot I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire He looked at me and said, You are a liar Son its faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Well I was disillusioned if I say the least I grabbed him by the collar and I turned him to his feet There was something cold and shiny lying by my head So I started to believe the things he said Well my poet days are over and Im back to being me As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality If my boy ever asked what it is that I have learned I think that I will readily confirm Son its faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money |
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