Grey and chalky like my grandaddy's skin
The sky was cold and lonely and closing in
All the trees looked like stubble, on winter's chin
And I think I'll ride my pony

There's a wreath of bones and ribbon
Hanging 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'll think I'll ride my pony

Ride me some place, lonesome has no meaning
Ride me somewhere, I ain't stayed too long
Riding down a mountainside careening
Ridin' up some open cut, with fate my only song
I think I'll ride my pony

While the horseman you might say
He is a slave to the root
But he loves that beast of burden
And there is no substitute
For the pleasure of saddle
Or the leather of his boot
So I think I'll ride my pony

I had a girl in Dixon county
And we rode the Highland rim
She kept my cabin warm in winter
And mended every hem
And I would've took her with me
But that trail never ends
So I think I'll ride my pony

Riding where spring turns up black roses
Wraps its thorns and petals around my mind
Riding somewhere only God supposes
I could ever dream of getting to
I'm sneaking up behind
Think I'll ride my pony

Think I'll ride my pony

Think I'll ride my pony

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOHN HIATT