The Cowboy and the Poet (Faster Horses) Songtext
von Bobby Bare

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 inward
From a hanging 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 a 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

"Faster horses"
"Younger women"
"Older whiskey"
"More money"


He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains
He said, "It don't do men 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"

So, I told him I was a poet
I was looking for the truth
I do not care for horses
Whiskey, women or the loot
I said I was a writer
And my soul was all on fire
He looked at me
And he said, "You are a liar"

"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 something cold
And shiny laying by my head
So I started to believe
The things he's saying

Well, my poet days are over
And I'm back to being 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 readily 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"

"Faster horses"