Willi Carlisle - Goodnight Loving Trail lyrics

Well you’re too old to wrangle
Or ride in the swing
You beat the triangle you curse everything
If dirt were a kingdom, brother
You would be king

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
Your old woman’s lonesome tonight
And your French harp blows like
A low ballin’ 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 liniments 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
Your old woman’s lonesome tonight
And your French harp blows like
A low ballin’ calf
It’s a wonder the wind don’t
Tеar off your skin
Get in there and blow out thе light

Well the cookfires are out
And coffee’s all gone
The boys are all up and
They’re raising the dawn
You’re sitting over there lost in a song

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
Your old woman’s lonesome tonight
And your French harp blows like
A low ballin’ calf
It’s a wonder the wind don’t
Tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light

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

That the desert’s a book writ
In lizards and sage
It’s easy to feel like an old torn out page
Tattered and cracked by the colors of age

On the goodnight trail, on the loving trail
Your old woman’s lonesome tonight
And your French harp blows like
A low ballin’ calf
It’s a wonder the wind don’t
Tear off your skin
Get in there and blow out the light
Get in there and blow out the light