The Winners (Bob Weir)

Lyrics

What is the moral? Who rides may read
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind
A friend in a pinch is a friend indeed
But a fool to wait for the laggard behind
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne
He travels the fastest who travels alone

White hands cling to a tightened rein
Slipping the spur from a booted heel
Tenderest voices cry "'turn again"
Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel
High hopes faint on a warm hearth stone
He travels the fastest who travels alone

One may fall but he falls by himself
Falls by himself with himself to blame
One may attain and to him is pelf
Loot of the city in Gold or Fame
Plunder of earth will be all his own
Who travels the fastest and travels alone

One may fall but he falls by himself
Falls by himself with himself to blame
One may attain and to him is pelf
Loot of the city in Gold or Fame
Plunder of earth should be all his own
Who travels the fastest and travels alone

Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed
Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil
Sing this heretical song I have made
His be the labour and yours be the spoil
Win by his aid and his aid disown
He travels the fastest who travels alone

Travels alone
He travels the fastest who travels alone
Alone
Travels alone
He travels the fastest who travels alone
Travels alone
Travels alone
He travels the fastest who travels alone
He travels the fastest who travels alone
He travels the fastest who travels alone