Lyrics of
Faster Horses

He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand?
His eyes were sharp as razor blades; his face was leather-tanned
His toes were pointed inwards from a-hangin' on a horse
He was an old philosopher, of course
He was so thin I swear you coulda used him for a whip
It's faster horses -- younger women -- older whiskey -- more money!
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains