Tom T. Hall - Faster Horses (The Cowboy and The Poet)

In honor of Tom T. Hall who has recently been selected to receive the Academy of Country Music Poet’s Award for 2011, which honors songwriters for outstanding musical and/or lyrical contributions throughout their careers in the field of country music. Congratulations Mr. Hall for this well deserved award. “Faster Horses (The Cowboy and The Poet)“ Full lyrics below, Vocals: Tom T. Hall Words & Music: Tom T. Hall Original Album: Faster Horses (Mercury Records-1976) Lyrics: He was an old time cowboy don’t you understand His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his face was leather tan 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 a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life He spit between his boots and he replied Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and 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 to save 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 the 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 and 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 by my head So I started to believe the things he said Well 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 Son it’s Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and more money Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and more money
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