He was an old time cowboy don't you understand
His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tent
His toes were pointed inward from a hangin' on a horse
He was an old philosopher of course

He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip
He had to drink the beer to keep his breeches on his hips
I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life
He spat between his boots and he replied

It's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money

He smiled and his teets were covered with tabacco stains
He said it don't do man no good to pray for peace and rain
Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity
And buffalo chips is all that means to me

I told him I was a poet I was lookin' for the truth
I do not care for horses whiskey women or other loot
I said I was a writer my soul was all on fire
He looked at me and he said you are a liar

Son it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money

Well, I was disillusioned if I say the least
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet
There was somethin' cold and shiny laying in my head
So I started to believe the things he said

Well, my poet days're over and I'm back to bein' me
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned
I think that I will readilly affirm

Son it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money

Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money
Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, more money
It's faster horsesm younger women, older whiskey, more money