Goodnight Loving Trail

A Bm Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing, E Bm A You beat the triangle and curse everything. D If dirt was a kingdom, then you'd be the king. A E A D On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail, A Bm E Our old woman's lonesome tonight A E A D And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf Bm It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin. E D A Get in there blow out the light Bm With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments, too, E Bm A You can do anything that a doctor can do, D Except find a cure for your own God damned stew A E A D On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail, A Bm E Our old woman's lonesome tonight A E A D And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf. Bm It's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin. E D A Get in there blow out the light Bm Well the cookfire is out and the coffee's all gone, E A The boys are all up and they're raising the dawn. D You're still sitting there all lost in a song. A E A D On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail, A Bm E Our old woman's lonesome tonight. A E A D And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf. Bm And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin. E D A Get in there blow out the light A Bm E A D A E A D Bm A Bm A D A D E D A A Bm Now I know some day I'm gonna be just the same, E A Wearing an apron instead of a name. D No one can change it, and no one's to blame A Bm E Cause the desert's a book wrote in lizards and sage, A And it's easy to look like an old torn out page, D Faded and cracked and the colors of age. A E A D On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail, A Bm E Our old woman's lonesome tonight A E A D And your french harp blows like a low bawling calf. Bm And it's a wonder the wind, don't tear off your skin. E D A Get in there blow out the light.