Artisto: | Utah Phillips (English) |
Uzanto: | ralph estes |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
F Bb C7
Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing,
F
You beat the triangle and cuss everything.
Bb
If dirt was a kingdom, then you'd be a king.
CHORUS
F C7 Bb
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail,
F C7
Old coosie’s lonesome to-night.
F C7 Bb
His French harp blows like the low bawling calf.
F C7
It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin.
F
Get in there and blow out the light.
With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too,
You can do anything that a doctor can do,
Except find a cure for your own gol dang stew
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail
I know that some day I'll be just the same,
Wearing an apron instead of a name.
There's nothing can change it, there's no one to blame
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail
For the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage,
Easy to look like an old torn out page,
Faded and cracked with the colors of age.
CHORUS