Lyric Context Universe
now i am full of hollow
on maxwell street. and i hope my pony
i hope my pony
now i am full of hollow
on maxwell street. and i hope my pony
i hope my pony
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
just my rifle
my pony and me
gonna hang my sombrero
just my rifle
my pony and me
gonna hang my sombrero
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waiting
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waiting
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waiting
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waiting
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
ride it
my pony
my saddle's waitin'
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
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
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
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