's faster horses Younger women Older whiskey More money" Faster horses Younger women Older whiskey More money Faster horses Younger women Older whiskey More money It's faster horses
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 "it's faster horses, younger
Translation: Tom T. Hall. Faster Horses.
Translation: Tom T. Hall. Faster Horses (The Cowboy And The Poet).
if you're comin' with me Baby you're gonna need a fast horse I need a fast horse I'll take a slow train Give me a fast horse A fast horse
Who can smoke this out, bad medicine Girl you got to find you the man Who can smoke this out, good medicine would say You got you a fast horse darlin
Horny and burnout now is how it always ends for me Chemicals wear me down in your summertime bacchan Faster Than the morning comes She walks away like
aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred cats That knock 'em back, they get the axe And a hard case to crack I'm a hard face to track Fast
know someone doing something wrong Pain Pain It's reflecting in the mud Are there circles in your blood? Even warm days have the rain But that fast horse
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park There's lots of activities fun things to do And I'll find my pleasure in pleasing you Some rides go fast some
the kitchen sink. The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are comin' so you better run Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father
hope Burn your face upon that chrome Yeah Take the corner, going to crash Headlights, head on, headlines Another junkie lives too fast Yeah, lives way too fast, fast, fast
You know sometimes You have to make your visual, yeah, yeah If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride And they would all come to light If we all
I ran Out where the horses were tied I picked a good one, it looked like he could run Up on his back and away I did ride Just as fast as I could from
the house next door We would be the great triangle and to this we swore Julie was my sweetheart, little John was my cohort And all the wild horses in
