a gift from a friend

photo © Gordon Chapman

I've seen it all, boys --
I've been all over.
Been everywhere in the whole wide world.
I rode the high line with ol' 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 Nachez to Hushpukena --
I built a fire by the side of the road.
I worked for nothing 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 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.

Comments

Mr Urbano said…
so beautiful...now I remember your pony project - it is a memorable series - thanks
br said…
perfect!
Rhonda Boocock said…
it is indeed beautiful! Thank you G!
Mikael said…
Looks like he found his way home :)
Nice one!