text: Ive seen it all, boys
  Ive 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
  Taluahs friendly
  Belzoni aint so
  A forty-fourll 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 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
  Oh, I hope my pony
  I hope my pony
  I hope my pony knows the way back home