Well, you're too old to wrangle or ride in the swing You beat the triangle and you curse everything Now if dirt were a kingdom, well you would be king
On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old woman's lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf Well, it's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light
Now the cook fire's out, the coffee's all gone Now the old boys are up and they're raising the dawn You're sitting there, you are lost in a song
On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight Now your French harp is crying just 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
Ah, with your snake oils, your herbs and your liniment too You can do anything that a doctor can do Well, except find a cure for your own goddam stew
On the Goodnight trail, on the loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying 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
Some day I know that I'll be just the same I'll be wearing an apron instead of a name Now no one can change it, no one's to blame Cause the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage You know, it's easy to look just like an old torn out page You're all faded and cracked with the colors of age
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Go in there and blow out the light
Well, you're too old to wrangle or ride in the swing You beat the triangle and you curse everything Now if dirt were a kingdom, well you would be king
On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old woman's lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf Well, it's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light
Now the cook fire's out, the coffee's all gone Now the old boys are up and they're raising the dawn You're sitting there, you are lost in a song
On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight Now your French harp is crying just 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
Ah, with your snake oils, your herbs and your liniment too You can do anything that a doctor can do Well, except find a cure for your own goddam stew
On the Goodnight trail, on the loving trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying 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
Some day I know that I'll be just the same I'll be wearing an apron instead of a name Now no one can change it, no one's to blame Cause the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage You know, it's easy to look just like an old torn out page You're all faded and cracked with the colors of age
On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our old woman is lonesome tonight And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Go in there and blow out the light
