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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 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 natcher
To hushpukena
I built a fire by the side
Of the road
I worked for nothin in a
Belzoni saw mill. I caught a
Blind out on the b and o
Talullah’s friendly belzoni ain’t so
A 44’ll get you 99
And 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
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
(chorus)
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