Faster Horses

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He was an old-time cowboy, don't you
 understand?

His eyes were sharp as razor blades;
 his face was leather-tanned
     C       G
His toes were pointed inwards from 
a-hangin' on a horse
                  D7           G
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:

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It's faster horses -- younger 
     D7              G
women -- older whiskey -- more 
money!

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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."

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CHORUS (repeat) 

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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:

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CHORUS (repeat twice and fade 
out....)