G
He was an old-time cowboy don’t you understand
C
G
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hanging on a horse
D7
G
He was an old philosopher of course
C
G
I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
D7
G
He spit between his boots and he replied
C
D7
G
It’s faster horses younger women older whiskey more money
C
G
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
D7
G
And buffalo chips is all it means to me
C
G
I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire
D7
G
He looked at me and he said you are a liar
C
D7
G
It’s faster horses younger women older whiskey more money
C
G
There was something cold and shiny laying in my head
D7
G
So I started to believe the things he said
C
G
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
D7
G
I think that I will readily affirm
C
D7
G
Son it’s faster horses younger women older whiskey more money
C
D7
G
Faster horses younger women older whiskey more money
C
D7
G
Faster horses younger women older whiskey more money