Chords for Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet)

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He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his face was leather-tanned.
[C] His toes were pointed inward [G] 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 britches on his hips.
[C] I knew I had to ask him about [G] the mysteries of life.
He spit between [D] his boots and he [G] replied,
It's faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _
[D] older whiskey, more [G] money. _ _ _
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_ _ _ He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stain.
He said it don't do men no good to pray for peace and reign.
[C] Peace and reign is just a way [G] to save prosperity.
And buffalo chips is all it means to me.
_ I told him I was a poet, I was looking for the truth.
I do not care for horses, whiskey, women, or the loose.
[C] I said I was a writer, [G] my soul was all on fire.
He looked at me and [D] he said, You are [G] a liar, son.
It's faster horses, _ [C] younger women,
_ [D] older whiskey, and [G] more money. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Well, I was _ disillusioned, if I say the least.
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet.
There [C] was something cold and shiny laying by my head.
So I started to [D] believe the things [G] he said.
_ Well, my poet days are over and I'm back to being me.
As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality.
[C] If my boy ever asked me what [G] it is that I have learned,
I think that I [D] will readily [G] affirm,
son, it's faster horses, _ _ [C] younger women, _
[D] older whiskey, _ [G] more money, _ [G]
faster horses,
_ [C] younger women, _ _ [D] older whiskey,
more [G] money, _ faster horses,
_ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey,
_ [G] more money, _ faster horses,
_ [C] younger women. _ _
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