(Willie): A You load the horses, I'll pack the riggin' Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door A One drink and one kiss can lead to too many| We ought to know 'cause we've been there before (Waylon): Eight hours of drivin' will put us in Houston Two hours of sleep to make it or bust Eight seconds of glory to 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 (Willie): 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 Whose gold plated trophies have turned into rust (Waylon): Now we're damn near broke and we can't buy 'em whiskey Do you think they might settle for a bottle of wine Well there's two over there, right near the jukebox Yours don't look bad 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