Ride My Pony

Gray and chalky like my granddaddy’s skin

Sky was cold and lonely and closin’ in

All the trees look like stubble on winters chin

And I think

I’ll ride my pony

There’s a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin’ on my cabin door

Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer’s stores

And the fear of death don’t even come to visit me no more

So I think

I’ll ride my pony

Ridin’ someplace lonesome has no meaning

Ridin’ somewhere

I ain’t stayed to long

Ridin’ down a mountain side careening

Ridin’ up some open cut with fate my only song

I think I’ll ride my pony

Well, the horseman you might say he is a slave to the

BruteBut he loves that beast of burden and there is no substitute

For the pleasure of his saddle or the leather of his boot

So I think

I’ll ride my pony

Had a girl in

****son County and we rode the

Highland Rim

She kept my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem

And I would have took her with me but that trail never ends

So I think

I’ll ride my pony

Ridin’ where spring comes up like roses

Wraps its thorns and petals ‘round my mind

Ridin’ somewhere only

God supposes

I could ever dream of gettin’ to, from sneakin’ up behind

I think I’ll ride my pony

I think I’ll ride my pony

I think I’ll ride my pony