C  G  C  G  C


[Verse 1]
C                     G
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing
                              C
You beat the triangle and you curse everything
                             F
If dirt were a kingdom, then you'd be the king
       C         G             C      F
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail


[Chorus]
    C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G            C            F
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Verse 2]
                                                 G
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments too
                           C
You can do anything that a doctor can do
                            F
Except find a cure for your own goddamn stew
       C         G             C      F
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail


[Chorus]
    C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G            C            F
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Instrumental]
C   G   C   F  C G C


[Verse 3]
                                                   G
Well, the campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone
                                C
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn
                          F
And you're sitting there, lost in a song
       C         G             C      F
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail


[Chorus]
    C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G            C           F
Your French harp blows like a low-bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Verse 4]
C                             G
I know that someday that I'll be just the same
                   C
Wearing an apron instead of a name
                             F
But no one can change it and no one's to blame
           C                       G
'Cause the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage
                              C
It's easy to look like an old torn-out page
                               F
All faded and cracked with the colors of age


[Chorus]
       C         G             C      F
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail
     C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G            C           F
Your French harp blows like a low-bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light