Slow Movin’ Outlaw Songtext
von Waylon Jennings

All your ol′ stations are being torn down
And the high-flying trains no longer roar
The floors are all sagging with boards that are suffering
From not being used anymore

Things are all changing, the world's rearranging
A time that will soon be no more

Where has a slow movin′
Once quick draw, outlaw got to go?

The whiskey that once settled the dust
And tasted so fine, now taste so faint
And the memories that once floated out, come back stronger
More clearly with each drink you take


The women that warmed you
Once thought so pretty, now look haggard and old

Where has a slow movin'
Once quick draw, outlaw got to go?

The land where I travel once fashion with beauty
Now stands with scars on her face
The wide-open spaces are closing in quickly
From the weight of the whole human race

And it's not that I blame them for claiming her bounty
I just wish they′re takin′ it slow

'Cause where has a slow movin′
Once quick draw, outlaw got to go?

Where has a slow movin'
Once quick draw, outlaw got to go?