Tom T Hall

Tom T Hall

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 
                  D7           G 
He was an old philosopher, of course 
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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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[Refrão]
G C D7 G 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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