G
He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades; his face was leather-tanned
C G
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
D7 G
He was an old philosopher, of course
G
He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips
C G
I knew I had to ask him 'bout the mysteries of life
D7 G
He spit between his boots and he replied:
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G
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
C g
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
D7 G
And buffalo chips is all it means to me.
G
I told him I was a poet; I was searchin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot
C
I said I was a writer; my soul was all afire
D7 G
He looked at me and said "You are a liar."
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G
Well, I was disillusioned, if I may say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
C
There was something cold and shiny a-layin' by my head
D7 G
So I started to believe the things he said.
G
Now my poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
C
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
D7 G
I think that I will readily affirm:
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
G C D7 G
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
