Lyrics:

All your stations are being torn down
The high-flying trains no longer roar
The floors are all sagging with boards at a suffering
Not being used anymore
And things are all changing the world's rearranging
Time that will soon be no more
So, where has a slow movin', once quick draw outlaw
Got to go?
The whiskey that once settled the dust
Tasted so fine, now taste so faint
And the memories that once floated out
Come back stronger
And more clearly with each drink you take
And the women who warmed you
You once thought so pretty
Now look haggard and old
So where has a slow movin', once quick draw outlaw
Got to go?

This land that I travel, once fashion with beauty
Now stands with scars on her face
And the wide open spaces are closin' in quickly
For the ways of the whole human race
And it's not that I blame them for claiming her bounty
I just wish that they're takin' her slow
'Cause where has a slow movin', once quick draw outlaw
Got to go?
Tell me, where has a slow movin', once quick draw outlaw
Got to go?