Pony

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 Natchez to Hushpukena I built a fire by the side of the road I worked for nothin' in a Belzoni saw mill And I caught a blind out on the B and O Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so A forty-four will get you ninety-nine 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 I 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 I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home I hope my pony I hope my pony I hope my pony knows the way back home