He was an old time cowboy don't you understand His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tent 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 the beer to keep his breeches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life He spat between his boots and he replied It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money He smiled and his teets were covered with tabacco stains He said it don't do man no good to pray for peace and rain Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity And buffalo chips is all that 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 other loot I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire He looked at me and he said you are a liar Son it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, 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 somethin' cold and shiny laying in my head So I started to believe the things he said Well, my poet days're 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 readilly affirm Son it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money It's faster horsesm younger women, older whiskey, more money