Utah Phillips - The Goodnight-Loving Trail lyrics

Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing You beat the triangle and you curse everything If dirt was a kingdom, they you'd be the king On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like the low 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 liniments, too You can do anything that a doctor can do Except find a cure for your own god damned stew On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light The campfire's gone out and the coffee's all gone The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn You're still sitting there, lost in a song On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light 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 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 On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Our Old Woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like the low bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light