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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′m 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
And I worked for nothing in a Belzoni sawmill
And I caught a blind out on the B and O
Tallulah's friendly
Belzoni ain't so
A 44 will get you 99
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′ve lived on nothing but dreams and trains of 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
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Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
