Words & Music by Hank Snow
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A pale little boy lay there helpless
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On the prairie at the close of the day.
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"I've been shot in the breast, sir, please help me"
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Weak and weary these words he did say
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"My mother's an angel in Heaven,
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My daddy won't allow me to stay,
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So please, sir, I beg you to help me,
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I'm an orphan that's cast by the way."
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CHORUS
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There's a silvery moon on the old corral,
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There's a pony that's restless and worn,
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There's a little brown saddle that's empty,
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And a little grey shirt that is torn.
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There's an outcast that longs for a mother
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To help him life's battles to fight,
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Tho' there's no one to miss little Joe's tender kiss,
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But his pony is lonesome to-night.
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We worked thro the night until dawning
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We tried but 'twas only in vain
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He smiled as his eyes closed in slumber
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To be free from all sorrow and pain.
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He died as the day slowly ended
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With the angels he made his last flight
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There was no one to miss little Joe's tender kiss
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But his pony is lonely to-night.
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CHORUS
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There's a silver moon on the old corral
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But a wreath on the old bunkhouse door
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There's a little brown saddle that's empty
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That will never be used anymore
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He has joined the great foreman up yonder
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Where the ranges are care-free and bright
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There's a new star a twinkling in heaven
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But a pony that's lonely to-night.
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CHORUS
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There's A Pony That's Lonely To-night
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| Hank Snow |
