Tom T. Hall - Faster Horses 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 spit 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 stain, He said 'it don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain. Peace and rain is just a way to save 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 an' 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 jerked him to his feet, There was something 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 being me, As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality. If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learnt, I think that I will readily affirm: 'Son, it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money! ' (Repeat 2x)