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 
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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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It's faster horses -- younger 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....) 
 
 --Eric--