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 Hushpukena
I built a fire by the side of the road
I worked for nothin' in a Belzoni saw mill
And I caught a blind out on the B and O
Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so
A forty-four will get you ninety-nine

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 lived on nothin' 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

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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this song speaks beyond your capacity to understand, luffster, quite simply. you can't see the forest for the trees..in fact, you've never even been in the woods alone.

this song speaks beyond your capacity to understand, luffster, quite simply. you can't see the forest for the trees..in fact, you've never even been in the woods alone.

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