Ride My Pony Lyrics
| Song | Ride My Pony |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Same Old Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Dickson 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 |
| 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 | |
| Dickson 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 |
| 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 | |
| Dickson 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 |
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