Chords for Tom T. Hall - Faster Horses (The Cowboy and The Poet)
Tempo:
115.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
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 [D] old philosopher, [G] 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 bridges 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, [G] 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 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 [D] and he said, You [G] are a liar, son.
It's faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, and [G] more money.
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least.
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his knees.
[C] There was something cold and [G] 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 asks 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, and [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women
[D]
[N]
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 [D] old philosopher, [G] 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 bridges 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, [G] 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 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 [D] and he said, You [G] are a liar, son.
It's faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, and [G] more money.
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least.
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his knees.
[C] There was something cold and [G] 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 asks 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, and [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women, [D] older whiskey, [G] more money.
Faster horses, [C] younger women
[D]
[N]
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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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 [D] old philosopher, [G] 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 bridges 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, _ [G] 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 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 [D] and he said, You [G] are a liar, son.
It's faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, and [G] more money. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I was _ disillusioned, if I say the least.
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his knees.
[C] There was something cold and [G] 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 asks 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, and [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, _ [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, _ [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women_ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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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 [D] old philosopher, [G] 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 bridges 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, _ [G] 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 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 [D] and he said, You [G] are a liar, son.
It's faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, and [G] more money. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I was _ disillusioned, if I say the least.
I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his knees.
[C] There was something cold and [G] 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 asks 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, and [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, _ [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women, _ [D] older whiskey, _ [G] more money. _
Faster horses, _ [C] younger women_ _ _
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