Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet) - Single Version Lyrics
| Song | Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet) - Single Version |
| Artist | Tom T. Hall |
| Album | The Definitive Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hall | |
| He was an old time cowboy | |
| Don't you understand | |
| His eyes were sharp as razor blades | |
| His face was leather tanned | |
| His toes were pointed inward | |
| From a hangin' on a horse | |
| He was an old | |
| Philosopher of course | |
| He was so thin | |
| I swearYou could have used him for a whip | |
| He had to drink a 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| He smiled and all his teeth | |
| Were covered with tobacco stains | |
| He said, "It don't do men no goodTo pray for peace and rain""Peace and rain is justA way to say prosperityAnd buffalo chips is allThat 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 the 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| 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 a | |
| And comfort of reality | |
| If my boy ever asks me | |
| What it is that | |
| I have learned | |
| I think that | |
| I will readily affirm"Son, it's faster horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| It's faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money |
| zuo ci : Hall | |
| He was an old time cowboy | |
| Don' t you understand | |
| His eyes were sharp as razor blades | |
| His face was leather tanned | |
| His toes were pointed inward | |
| From a hangin' on a horse | |
| He was an old | |
| Philosopher of course | |
| He was so thin | |
| I swearYou could have used him for a whip | |
| He had to drink a 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| He smiled and all his teeth | |
| Were covered with tobacco stains | |
| He said, " It don' t do men no goodTo pray for peace and rain"" Peace and rain is justA way to say prosperityAnd buffalo chips is allThat 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 the 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| 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 a | |
| And comfort of reality | |
| If my boy ever asks me | |
| What it is that | |
| I have learned | |
| I think that | |
| I will readily affirm" Son, it' s faster horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| It' s faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money |
| zuò cí : Hall | |
| He was an old time cowboy | |
| Don' t you understand | |
| His eyes were sharp as razor blades | |
| His face was leather tanned | |
| His toes were pointed inward | |
| From a hangin' on a horse | |
| He was an old | |
| Philosopher of course | |
| He was so thin | |
| I swearYou could have used him for a whip | |
| He had to drink a 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| He smiled and all his teeth | |
| Were covered with tobacco stains | |
| He said, " It don' t do men no goodTo pray for peace and rain"" Peace and rain is justA way to say prosperityAnd buffalo chips is allThat 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 the 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 horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| 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 a | |
| And comfort of reality | |
| If my boy ever asks me | |
| What it is that | |
| I have learned | |
| I think that | |
| I will readily affirm" Son, it' s faster horsesYounger womenOlder whiskeyMore money" | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| Faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money | |
| It' s faster horses | |
| Younger women | |
| Older whiskey | |
| More money |
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