Faster Horses (The Cowboy and the Poet) - The Hit Crew
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
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 "
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"