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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 
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His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse 
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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 women -- older whiskey -- 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 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." 
CHORUS (repeat) 
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: 
CHORUS (repeat twice and fade out....) 
 
 --Eric--  

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