text: Ive seen it all boys, Ive been all over
  Been everywhere in the whole wide world
  I rode the high line at 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 Hushpukena
  I built a fire by the side of the road
  I worked for nothing in a Belzoni saw mill
  I took a blind out on the B and O
  Talullahs friendly, Belzoni aint so
  A forty-four will 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 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 Evelyns 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
  I hope my pony
  I hope my pony
  I hope my pony knows the way back home