He was an old-time cowboy don't you understand
His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather-tanned
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hanging 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 the beer to keep his breeches on his hips
I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
He spit between his boots and he replied
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 man no good to pray for peace and rain
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
And buffalo chips is all it means to me
I told him I was a poet I was looking for the truth
I do not care for horses whiskey women or other loot
I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire
He looked at me and he said you are a liar
It's faster horses younger women older whiskey 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 something cold and shiny laying in my head
So I started to believe the things he said
Well my poet days are over and I'm back to being 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 more money
Faster horses younger women older whiskey more money
Faster horses younger women older whiskey more money