The Peanut Butter Falcon Emerges

de Sara Watkins

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

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