text: Well, youre too old to wrangle or ride in the swing
  You beat the triangle and you curse everything
  Now if dirt were a kingdom, well you would be king
  On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail
  Our old womans lonesome tonight
  And your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf
  Well, its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin
  Get in there and blow out the light
  Now the cook fires out, the coffees all gone
  Now the old boys are up and theyre raising the dawn
  Youre sitting there, you are lost in a song
  On the Goodnight trail, on the Loving trail
  Our old woman is lonesome tonight
  Now your French harp is crying just like a lone bawling calf
  Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin
  Get in there and blow out the light
  Ah, with your snake oils, your herbs and your liniment too
  You can do anything that a doctor can do
  Well, except find a cure for your own goddam stew
  On the Goodnight trail, on the loving trail
  Our old woman is lonesome tonight
  And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf
  Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin
  Get in there and blow out the light
  Some day I know that Ill be just the same
  Ill be wearing an apron instead of a name
  Now no one can change it, no ones to blame
  Cause the deserts a book writ in lizards and sage
  You know, its easy to look just like an old torn out page
  Youre all faded and cracked with the colors of age
  On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail
  Our old woman is lonesome tonight
  And your French harp is crying like a lone bawling calf
  Its a wonder the wind dont tear off your skin
  Go in there and blow out the light