Faster Horses The Cowboy And The Poet

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He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
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His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his face was leather-tanned
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His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
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He was an old philosopher, of course

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He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
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He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips
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I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
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He spit between his boots and he replied,

[Chorus]

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"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"

[Verse 2]

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

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I told him I was a poet; I was lookin' for the truth

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

[Chorus]

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It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"

[Verse 3]

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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
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There was something cold and shiny layin' by my head
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So I started to believe the things he said.

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Well, my poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me

As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
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If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
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I think that I will readily affirm,  "Son,

[Chorus]

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It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"

[Outro] (fade out)
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"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
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"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
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"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"