The Willows - Goodnight Loving Trail Intro: You're too old to wrangle or ride on the swing You beat the triangle and you curse everything If dirt were a kingdom, then you'd be the king On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Your old woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like a low-bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light With your snake oil and herbs and your liniments too You can do anything that a doctor can do Except find a cure for your own goddamn stew On the Goodnight Trail, on the Loving Trail Your old woman's lonesome tonight Your French harp blows like a low-bawling calf It's a wonder the wind don't tear off your skin Get in there and blow out the light Instrumental: