The Goodnight-Loving Trail

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