G
He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
G
His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his face was leather-tanned
CG
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
D7G
He was an old philosopher, of course
G
He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
G
He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips
CG
I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
D7G
He spit between his boots and he replied,
[Chorus]
GCD7G
"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
[Verse 2]
G
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
G
He said, "It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain
CG
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
D7G
And buffalo chips is all it means to me."
G
I told him I was a poet; I was lookin' for the truth
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women, or the loot
C
I said I was a writer; my soul was all on fire
D7G
He looked at me and he said, "You are a liar. Son,
[Chorus]
GCD7G
It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
[Verse 3]
G
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
CG
There was something cold and shiny layin' by my head
D7G
So I started to believe the things he said.
G
Well, my poet days are over, and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
CG
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
D7G
I think that I will readily affirm, "Son,
[Chorus]
GCD7G
It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
[Outro] (fade out)
GCD7G
"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
GCD7G
"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"
GCD7G
"It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money!"