Let The Ponies Run

Song Let The Ponies Run
Artist Jerry Jeff Walker
Album Gonzo Stew

Lyrics

作词 : Walker
Jerry Jeff
Walker We held a funeral and a wake at the
Diamondback
Saloon With every old-time cowboy agathered in one room
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we'd won
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to
Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we'd seen
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren't that far from true
There wasn't a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn't do
And every year the finals drew us back to
OKC Shoulders,
Mahan, Steiner,
Vol, T-bone and old
Duffy And when the dust had settled and the last go-round was run
We stayed up all night singing songs 'til every song was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all
A little something's broken off each time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you down the line
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young
Tell them
I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run

Pinyin

zuò cí : Walker
Jerry Jeff
Walker We held a funeral and a wake at the
Diamondback
Saloon With every oldtime cowboy agathered in one room
Swappin' tales and tellin' lies from days when they were young
Fearless buckaroos who always let the ponies run
I still see us behind the chutes, standin' in the sun
Light reflecting off the shiny buckles that we' d won
Farmin' boys from everywhere, just a ropin' in our dreams
Buckin' down the highway in old trucks and faded jeans
Cheyenne days to
Fort Worth nights, we drove every inch of road
We often spoke our dreams out loud, sharing rooms and dirty clothes
The bandaged up, the broken ones, too tough to ever cry
The one we won the big go around, the drinks were ours to buy
Days were filled with mundane chores that kept us lean and mean
But our nights were spent out dancin' with the fairest girls we' d seen
Regaling them with wild ass tales, that weren' t that far from true
There wasn' t a single favor asked that your old pal wouldn' t do
And every year the finals drew us back to
OKC Shoulders,
Mahan, Steiner,
Vol, Tbone and old
Duffy And when the dust had settled and the last goround was run
We stayed up all night singing songs ' til every song was sung
The broken bones and broken hearts that led to broken homes
And the trails we rode together, now we travel on alone
And the friends we saw each summer, now we hardly saw at all
A little something' s broken off each time a cowboy falls
Well adios amigos, see you down the line
I sure enjoyed the bullshit, cause it brought back some good times
And if you see those pals we knew from days when we were young
Tell them
I stil saddle up just to feel the ponies run