Tom T Hall.... He was famous for his story telling songs.. and it's the story set probably in the old west of one guy's ideas of life and the writer's (who is a poet) being different so they get into a fight...
The song is Faster Horses (the cowboy and the poet)
He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin' on a horse he was an old philosopher, of
He was so thin i swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips i knew i had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 it 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 the loot i said i was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an' he said, "you are a liar."
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 layin' by my head so i started to believe the things he said
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
"it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money" (repeat 2x)
2007-06-12 16:30:29
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answered by gearbox 7
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Faster Horses by Tom T. Hall
He was an old-time cowboy, don’t you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin’ on a horse he was an old philosopher, of
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He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 it 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 the loot I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an’ he said, you are a liar.
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 layin’ by my head so I started to believe the things he said
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
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money (repeat 2x)
Source(s):
www.poemhunter.com/song/faster...
2007-06-12 16:59:30
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answered by ~SURFERGURL_101~ 5
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Faster Horses by Tom T. Hall
He was an old-time cowboy, don’t you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin’ on a horse he was an old philosopher, of
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He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 it 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 the loot I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an’ he said, you are a liar.
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and 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 layin’ by my head so I started to believe the things he said
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
It’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money (repeat 2x)
2007-06-12 16:32:47
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answered by RAB in Venus TX 4
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That's the name of the song: Faster Horses, Younger Women, Older Whiskey. It is about what men really llike.
The song was sung and probably written by Tom T. Hall
who had the nickname, the Storyteller. And he was good
at it.
2007-06-12 16:33:57
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answered by lrsepulvado 2
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The Auction Sweet thing- Keith Urban Papa Loved Mama- Garth Brooks Me and My Gang- Rascal Flatts Be my Baby Tonight Good Time- Alan Jackson Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On- Conway Twitty Chicken Fried- Zack Brown Band Only in America Where the Eagles Fly All Summer Long Bob That Head- Rascal Flatts
2016-03-19 03:09:44
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answer #5
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answered by ? 4
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Faster horses--Tom T. Hall
2007-06-12 18:07:03
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answered by flyhighrn 3
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by tom t hall
2007-06-13 03:00:28
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answered by georgiagrits1 5
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