Jerry Jeff Walker – Let The Ponies Run (Guitar)

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We held a funeral and a wake at the Diamondback Saloon

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With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room

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Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young

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Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run

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I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun

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Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won

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Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams

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Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans

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Cheyenne days to Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road

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We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes

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The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry

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The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy

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Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean

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But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen

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Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true

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There wasn't a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do                                    

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And every year the finals drew us back to OKC

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Shoulders, Mahan, Steiner, Vol, T-bone and old Duffy

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And when the dust had settled and the last go-round was run

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We stayed up all night singing songs 'til every song was sung

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The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes

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And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone

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And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all

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A little something's broken off each time a cowboy falls

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Well adios amigos, see you down the line

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I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times

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And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young

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Tell them I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run