Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet) — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

He was an old-time cowboy, don`t you understand His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan 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 britches 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 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 an` he said, "You are a liar."

"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 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 learned I think that I will readily affirm

"It`s faster horses, younger women, Older whiskey, and more money" (repeat 2X)