Pony

Sara Watkins - Pony

Ive seen it all, boys
Ive 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 Hushpakina
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 B&O

Taluahs friendly
Belzoni aint so
A forty-fourll get you ninety-nine

And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home

I run my race
With burned- face Jake
Gave him a Manzanita cross

And I lived on nothing
But dreams and train smoke
Somehow my watch and chain got lost

I wish I was home
In Evelyns 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

Oh I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home