Faster Horses

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 inwards from a-hangin' on a horse He was an old philosopher, of course ------------------------------------ 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 I knew I had to ask him 'bout the mysteries of life He spit between his boots and he replied: ------------------------------------ It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- 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 of sayin' prosperity And buffalo chips is all it means to me. I told him I was a poet; I was searchin' for the truth I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot I told him I was a writer; my soul was all afire He looked at me and said "You are a liar." ------------------------------------ CHORUS (repeat) ------------------------------------ Well, I was disillusioned, if I may say the least I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet There was something cold and shiny a-layin' by my head So I started to believe the things he said. Now 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: ------------------------------------ CHORUS (repeat twice and fade out....) --Eric--