Ian Tyson - Goodnight loving trail

^CToo old to wrangle or ^Gride on the swing You beat the triangle and you ^Ccurse everything If dirt were a kingdom, then ^Fyou'd be the king On the ^CGoodnight ^GTrail, on the ^CLoving ^FTrail

Our ^Cold woman's lonesome to^Gnight Your ^CFrench harp ^Gblows like a ^Clone bawling ^Fcalf It's a ^Cwonder the wind don't ^Gtear off your skin Get in there and blow out the ^Clight

With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments ^Gtoo You can do anything that a ^Cdoctor can do Except find a cure for your ^Fown goddamn stew On the ^CGoodnight ^GTrail, on the ^CLoving ^FTrail

Our ^Cold woman's lonesome to^Gnight Your ^CFrench harp ^Gblows like a ^Clone bawling ^Fcalf It's a ^Cwonder the wind don't ^Gtear off your skin Get in there and blow out the ^Clight

Well, the campfire's gone out and the coffee's all ^Ggone The boys are all up and they're ^Craising the dawn And you're sitting there, ^Flost in a song On the ^CGoodnight ^GTrail, on the ^CLoving ^FTrail

Our ^Cold woman's lonesome to^Gnight Your ^CFrench harp ^Gblows like a ^Clow-bawling ^Fcalf It's a ^Cwonder the wind don't ^Gtear off your skin Get in there and blow out the ^Clight

^CI know that someday that I'll ^Gbe just the same Wearing an apron in^Cstead of a name But no one can change it and ^Fno one's to blame 'Cause the ^Cdesert's a book writ in ^Glizards and sage It's easy to look like an old ^Ctorn-out page All faded and cracked with the ^Fcolors of age

On the ^CGoodnight ^GTrail, on the ^CLoving ^FTrail Our o^Cld woman's lonesome ton^Gight Your ^CFrench harp ^Gblows like a ^Clow-bawling ^Fcalf It's a ^Cwonder the wind don't ^Gtear off your skin Get in there and blow out the ^Clight