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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>Bobby Bare - The Cowboy and the Poet </title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=511888&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=511888&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>189</duration><description>He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand his eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan his toes were pointed inward from a-hangin' on a horse he was an old philosopher, of&#13;
He was so thin i swear you could have used him for a whip he had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips i knew i had to ask him about the mysteries of life he spit between his boots and he replied&#13;
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&quot;it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money&quot;&#13;
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He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains he said, &quot;it don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain. peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, and buffalo chips is all it means to me.&quot;&#13;
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I told him i was a poet, i was lookin' for the truth i do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot i said i was a writer, my soul was all on fire he looked at me an' he said, &quot;you are a liar.&quot;&#13;
&quot;it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money&quot;&#13;
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Well, i was disillusioned, if i say the least i grabbed him by the collar and i jerked him to his feet there was something cold and shiny layin' by my head so i started to believe the things he said&#13;
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Well, my poet days are over and i'm back to being me as i enjoy the peace and comfort of reality if my boy ever asks me what it is that i have learned i think that i will readily affirm&#13;
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&quot;it's faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money&quot; (repeat 2x)</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/5/1/1/_/511888_47615_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>511888</video_id></object>
