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He was an old-time cowboy, dont 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



'its faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money'



He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains he said, 'it dont 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.'



'its 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 Im 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



'its faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money' (repeat 2x)