Lyrics

Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing You beat the triangle and curse everything If dirt were a kingdom Then you'd would be king On the goodnight trail On the loving trail The old woman's lonesome tonight 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 gobdam 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 old boys are up and they're raising the dawn You're sitting there a dreamin' You are lost in a song On the goodnight trail On the loving trail The old woman's lonesome tonight Well I know that some day I'll be just the same Wearing an apron instead of a name Now 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 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 The desert's a book writ in lizards and sage And it's easy to look just 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 is cryin' just like a lone bawlin' 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 is cryin' just like a lone bawling calf