the goodnight loving trail

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

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

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

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

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

your french harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf