Too old to wrangle or ride on the swing You beat the triangle and curse everything If dirt was a kingdom then you'd be the king CHORUS: On the Goodnight trail On the Lovin' trail The old woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp moans like a lone bawlin' calf And it's a wonder the wind Don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light Well the cookfire is out and the coffee's all gone The boys are all up and they're raisin' the dawn You're still sittin' there all lost in a song CHORUS With your snake oil and herbs and your linaments too You can do anything that a doctor can do Except find a cure for your own rotten stew CHORUS I know someday I'll be just the same Wearin' an apron instead of a name And no one can change it and no one's to blame CHORUS