
Originally Posted by
barnburner
Slow Movin Outlaw
This is probably my favorite song written by Willie Nelson. I first heard it when Waylon Jennings put it on an album around 1973. It moved me the first time I heard it, and it still moves me today.
All the old stations are being torn down, and the high flying trains no longer roar.
The floors are all sagging, with boards that are suffering, from not being used anymore.
Things are all changing, the world's rearranging, a time that will soon be no more.
Where has a slow movin', once quick draw outlaw, got to go?
The whiskey that once settled the dust, and tasted so fine, now tastes of pain.
And the memories it once blotted 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 quick draw outlaw, got to go?
The land where I travel, once fashioned with beauty, now stands with scars on her face.
The wide open spaces, are closing in quickly, from the weight of the whole human race.
It's not that I blame them, for claiming her bounty, I just wish they'd taken 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?