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 Hushpakina
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&O

Taluah's friendly
Belzoni ain't so
A forty-four'll get you ninety-nine
And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home

I run my race
With burned-face Jake
Gave him a Manzanita cross
And I lived on nothing
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
And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home

Oh I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows the way back home

Copyright: JALMA MUSIC
Writer(s): THOMAS ALAN WAITS