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GHe was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand? His eyes were sharp as razor blades; his face was leather-tanned His tCoes wereG pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse He was an old philD7osopheGr, of course
He Gwas 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 kCnew I had to ask him 'bout the mGysteries of life He spit between his boD7ots and he replieGd:
It's fGaster horses -- yoCunger women -- D7older whiskey --G more money! He sGmiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
He said It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain C g Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
And buffalo chips is D7all it means to Gme. I toGld him I was a poet; I was searchin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot
I sCaid I was a writer; my soul was all afire He looked at me and sD7aid "You are a lGiar."
It's fGaster horses -- yoCunger women -- D7older whiskey --G more money! Well, GI was disillusioned, if I may say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
TherCe was something cold and shiny a-layin' by my head So I started to beliD7eve the things he saGid.
Now myG poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality If my bCoy ever asks me what it is that I have learned I think that I will rD7eadily aGffirm:
It's fGaster horses -- yoCunger women -- D7older whiskey --G more money! It's fGaster horses -- yoCunger women -- D7older whiskey --G more money!