Текст песни
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing
You beat the triangle and curse everything
If dirt was a kingdom then you'd be the king
On the goodnight trail on the loving trail
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniment too
You can do anything that a doctor can do
Except find a cure for your own goddamn stew
On the goodnight trail on the loving trail
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light
The cookfire's out the coffee's all gone
The boys are up and we're raising the dawn
You're still sitting there all lost in a song
On the goodnight trail on the loving trail
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light
Yeah I know someday that I'll be just the same
Wearing an apron instead of a name
And no one can change it and no one's to blame
The desert's a book wrote in lizards and sage
It's easy to look like an old torn out page
Faded and cracked with the colors of age
On the goodnight trail on the loving trail
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light