Lyrics
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 swear
You 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 horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more money"
He smiled, and all his teeth
Were covered with tobacco 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
It 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 horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more 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 layin' by my head
So, I started to believe
The things he said
Well, my poet days are 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 readily affirm
"Son, it's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more money"
It's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more money
It's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more money
It's faster horses
Younger women
Older whiskey
And more money
Written by: Tom T. Hall