Alabama – Pony Express (Guitar)

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He came in and sit down at the end of the bar

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His old rawhide shirt full of dust

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He asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskey

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He talked to himself and he cussed

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He left Sacramento early that morning

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With a sackful of mail for St  Joe

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Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City

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By riding where they wouldn't go

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He said to me,"Mister, this long riding's hell

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But I guess it's got to be done

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Otherwise how would you get all your mail

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If the pony express couldn't run?"

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I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job well

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But I hear it won't be for long

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They'll be sending the mail by the wire and the rail

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And your pony and you will be gone

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He came in and sit down at the end of the bar

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His coveralls covered with dust

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He said Jesse James had just held up his train

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He talked to himself and he cussed

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He pulled out of St  Joe early that morning

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With the mail and the union payroll

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Had to stop for a rockslide outside Jackson City

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And Jesse made off with the gold

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He said to me, "Mister, this railroading's hell

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But I guess it's got to be done

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Otherwise how would you get all you mail

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If that old iron horse couldn't run?”

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I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job well

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But I hear it won't be for long

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They'll be sending the mail without you or the rail

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'Cause they say man will fly before long "

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He came in and sit down at the end of the bar

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His face looked all haggard and grey

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He ordered a drink and said, "Make it a double

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Boys it's sure been a long day "

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He pulled out of Denver early that morning

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He said, "You'll never guess where I've been

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A highjacker needed a lift down to Cuba

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So your mail will be late getting in "

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I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job well

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But you know it ain't been that long

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They were doing it best with the pony express

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Before you and your friends came along "