Two Old Sidewinders Songtext

von Waylon Jennings

You load the horses, I'll pack the rigger
Let's tell them goodbye and walk out the door
One kiss and one drink can lead to too many
We ought to know because we been there before

Eight hours of ridin' will put us in Houston
Two hours of sleep to make it or bust
Eight seconds of glory, you stay in the money
And five year old whiskey to wash down the dust

That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
That's all we ever intended to be
That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
Two old sidewinders like you and me

Let's find us a place and a couple of ladies
Someone to lie to, someone to trust
Someone who's impressed by a couple of outlaws
Who's gold plated trophies have turned into rust

Now we're damned near broke, and we keep buyin' whiskey
Do you think they might settle for a bottle of wine
Well, those two over there, right there by the jukebox
Yours don't look back, Hoss, but just look at mine

That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
That's all we ever intended to be
That ain't no hill for a couple of climbers
Two old sidewinders like you and me