Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu Faster Horses Oleh Tom T. Hall

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-hangin’ on a horse
He was an old philosopher, of course

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 k

new I had to ask him ’bout the mysteries of life
He spit between his boots and he replied:

It’s faster horses — younger women — older whiskey — more money!

He s

miled 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

all it means to me.

I to

ld him I was a poet; I was searchin’ for the truth

I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot
I s

aid I was a writer; my soul was all afire
He looked at me and said “You are a liar.”

It’s faster horses — younger women — older whiskey — more money!

Well,

I was disillusioned, if I may say the least

I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
Ther

e 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 b

oy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
I think that I will readily affirm:

It’s faster horses — younger women — older whiskey — more money!

It’s faster horses — younger women — older whiskey — more money!