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Things these days are better by far
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Things these days are better by far<br>
A horse can out run a motor car
A horse can out run a motor car<br>
 
If the wheels are rubber and the rails are steel<br>
If the wheels are rubber and the rails are steel
That beast can outrun any automobile<br>
 
<br>
That beast can outrun any automobile
Here's the story of progress and all the bullets they spent<br>
 
On a sheet hung up in a circus tent<br>
 
There's a lantern shining - it's pointing the way<br>
 
This kind man has probably had his day<br>
Here's the story of progress and all the bullets they spent
But they keep him around with his last vain hope<br>
 
For selling tickets while spinning a rope<br>
On a sheet hung up in a circus tent
<br>
 
They brought him down off the vanishing trail<br>
There's a lantern shining - it's pointing the way
But nobody these days wants to hear his tale<br>
 
So he spends his nights leaning up at the bar<br>
This kind man has probably had his day
The real gone cowboy with the fake tin star<br>
 
<br>
But they keep him around with his last vain hope
Up on the screen there's a boy half his age<br>
 
They pay him 20 times his weekly wage<br>
For selling tickets while spinning a rope
For dodging phony bullets and catching blunt blades<br>
 
For blowing up horses and kissing young maids<br>
 
<br>
 
Children cheer<br>
They brought him down off the vanishing trail
Women throw flowers<br>
 
Men just glower<br>
But nobody these days wants to hear his tale
Up at the screen<br>
 
But they don't know<br>
So he spends his nights leaning up at the bar
Just what it means<br>
 
Vengeance and dreams<br>
The real gone cowboy with the fake tin star
<br>
 
Girls just swoon at the mention of him<br>
 
With his face all powdered and his immaculate brim<br>
 
And his hair pomaded and his fingernails clean<br>
Up on the screen there's a boy half his age
While old men whisper "Just look at him preen"<br>
 
And outside muttering through a cheap cigar<br>
They pay him 20 times his weekly wage
There's a real gone cowboy with a fake tin star<br>
 
For dodging phony bullets and catching blunt blades
 
For blowing up horses and kissing young maids
 
 
 
Children cheer
 
Women throw flowers
 
Men just glower
 
Up at the screen
 
But they don't know
 
Just what it means
 
Vengeance and dreams
 
 
 
Girls just swoon at the mention of him
 
With his face all powdered and his immaculate brim
 
And his hair pomaded and his fingernails clean
 
While old men whisper "Just look at him preen"
 
And outside muttering through a cheap cigar
 
There's a real gone cowboy with a fake tin star

Latest revision as of 21:25, 30 May 2009

lyrics for
Fake Tin Star

Things these days are better by far
A horse can out run a motor car
If the wheels are rubber and the rails are steel
That beast can outrun any automobile

Here's the story of progress and all the bullets they spent
On a sheet hung up in a circus tent
There's a lantern shining - it's pointing the way
This kind man has probably had his day
But they keep him around with his last vain hope
For selling tickets while spinning a rope

They brought him down off the vanishing trail
But nobody these days wants to hear his tale
So he spends his nights leaning up at the bar
The real gone cowboy with the fake tin star

Up on the screen there's a boy half his age
They pay him 20 times his weekly wage
For dodging phony bullets and catching blunt blades
For blowing up horses and kissing young maids

Children cheer
Women throw flowers
Men just glower
Up at the screen
But they don't know
Just what it means
Vengeance and dreams

Girls just swoon at the mention of him
With his face all powdered and his immaculate brim
And his hair pomaded and his fingernails clean
While old men whisper "Just look at him preen"
And outside muttering through a cheap cigar
There's a real gone cowboy with a fake tin star