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Pony Video (MV)




Performed By: Ramblin Jack Elliott
Length: 3:23
Written by: THOMAS ALAN WAITS




Ramblin Jack Elliott - Pony Lyrics




I've seen it all boys -- I've been all over.
Been everywhere in the whole wide world.
I rode the high line with old blind Darby.
I danced real slow with Ida Jane.
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro.
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street...
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I walked from Natcher to Hushpukena.
I built a fire by the side of the road.
I worked for nothin in a Belzoni saw mill.
I caught a Blind out on the be and O.
Talullah's friendly.
Belzoni ain't so.
A 44'll get you 99.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I run my race with burnt face Jake.
Gave him a Manzanita cross.
I lived on nothin but dreams and train smoke.
Somehow my watch and chain got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen,
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.
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I've seen it all boys -- I've been all over.
Been everywhere in the whole wide world.
I rode the high line with old blind Darby.
I danced real slow with Ida Jane.
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro.
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street...
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I walked from Natcher to Hushpukena.
I built a fire by the side of the road.
I worked for nothin in a Belzoni saw mill.
I caught a Blind out on the be and O.
Talullah's friendly.
Belzoni ain't so.
A 44'll get you 99.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.

I run my race with burnt face Jake.
Gave him a Manzanita cross.
I lived on nothin but dreams and train smoke.
Somehow my watch and chain got lost.
I wish I was home in Evelyn's Kitchen,
With old Gyp curled around my feet.
And I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.
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Writer: THOMAS ALAN WAITS
Copyright: Lyrics © JALMA MUSIC


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