(Hank Cochran - Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin)
You load the horses I'll pack the rigger
Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door
One drink and one kiss can lead to too many
We ought to know cause 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...
