Pony

Sara Watkins - 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 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

Taluah's friendly

Belzoni ain't so

A forty-four'll 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 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

Oh I hope my pony

I hope my pony

I hope my pony knows the way back home