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