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 would be the king

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The old woman's lonesome tonight

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 Dublin stew

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The 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 tents are all struck and the coffee's all gone
The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn
You're sitting there dreamin', are lost in a song

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The old woman's lonesome tonight

Well, I know that someday I'll be just the same
Wearing an apron instead of a name
No one can change it, and no one's to blame

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The 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 desert's a book, wrote in lizards and sage
And it's easy to look like an old torn out page
All faded and cracked with the colors of age

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The 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

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
The old woman's lonesome tonight
Your French harp blows like a lone bawling calf