Outlaws Slow Movin' Outlaw - Waylon Jennings
All your ol' stations are being torn down and the high flying trains no longer roar
The floors're all sagging with boards at a suffering from not being used anymore
Things're all changing the world's rearranging a time that will soon be no more
Where has a slow movin' once quickdraw outlaw got to go
The whiskey that once settled the dust and tasted so fine now taste so faint
And the mem'ries that once floated out come back stronger
More clearly with each drink you take
The women that warmed you once thought so pretty now look haggard and old
Where has a slow movin' once quickdraw outlaw got to go
The land where I travel once fashion with beauty now stands with scars on her face
The wide open spaces are closing in quickly from the ways of the whole human race
And it's not that I blame them for claming her bounty
I just wish they're takin' it slow
Cause where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go
Where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go
