Slow Movin' Outlaw

All the old stations have been torn down The high-flyin' trains no longer roll The floors are all saggin' with boards that are softened Are not being used any more And things are all changing, the world's rearranging Time that will soon be no more So where has the 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 that once blotted out Come back stronger and more clearly with each drink you take And the women that warmed you, you once thought were so pretty Now are haggard and old So where has the slow-movin', once quick-draw outlaw got to go This land that I travel, once fashioned with beauty Now stands with stars on her face The wide open spaces are closin' in quickly With the weight of the whole human race And it's not that I blame them for claimin' her bounty I just wish that they'd taken her slow 'Cause where has the slow-movin', once quick-draw outlaw got to go Tell me, where has the slow-movin', once quick-draw outlaw got to go