| When I was a very young man
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| I was a cowboy
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| The best in the land
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| But then she settled me down
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| With a touch of her hand
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| Now I’m begging you mister
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| Tell me if you can
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| And how much is that saddle
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| And a straight shooting gun
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| Now a young girl
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| She don’t know when she’s lying
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| But a woman
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| Great God she knows how its done
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| So mama before I go
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| There’s just one thing on my mind
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| And how much is that saddle
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| And a straight shooting gun
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| So this good life you know I must leave
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| Your new car
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| And your color TV
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| But what’s riches to you
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| Just ain’t riches to me
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| And if you’re staying out here
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| Then I’m headed back east
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| Which way does that old pony run
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| And how much is that saddle
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| And a straight shooting gun
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| Which way does that old pony run |