Gray and chalky like my granddaddy's skin,
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The sky was cold and lonely and closin' in
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All the trees look like stubble on winter's chin
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And I think I'll ride my pony
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There's a wreath of bone's and ribbon hangin' on my cabin door
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Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer's stores
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And the fear of death don't even come to visit me no more
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So I think I'll ride my pony
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Ridin' someplace lonesome has no meaning
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Ridin' somewhere I ain't stayed to long
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Ridin' down a mountain side careening
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Ridin' up some open cut with fate my only song
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I think I'll ride my pony
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Well the horseman you might say he is a slave to the Brute
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But he loves that beast of burden and there is no substitute
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For the pleasure of his saddle or the leather of his boot
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So I think I'll ride my pony
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Had a girl in Dickson County and we rode the Highland Rim
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She kept my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem
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And I would have took her with me but that trail never ends
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So I think I'll ride my pony
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Ridin' where spring comes up like roses
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Wraps its thorns and petals
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Ride My Pony
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John Hiatt |