Ride My Pony - John Hiatt

Gray and chalky

Like my granddaddy’s skin,

The sky was cold and lonely

And closin' in

All the trees look

Like stubble

On winter’s chin

And I think

I’ll ride my pony

There’s a wreath of bone’s

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 Brute

But 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 it’s 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