Gray and chalky like my granddaddy?s skin   Sky was cold and lonely and closin? in   All the trees look like stubble on winters chin   And I think I?ll ride my pony      There?s a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin? on my cabin door   Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer?s stores   And the fear of death don?t even come to visit me no more   So I think I?ll ride my pony      Ridin? someplace lonesome has no meaning   Ridin? somewhere I ain?t stayed to long   Ridin? down a mountain side careening   Ridin? up some open cut with fate my only song   I think I?ll ride my pony      Well, the horseman you might say he is a slave to the Brute   But he loves that beast of burden and there is no substitute   For the pleasure of his saddle or the leather of his boot   So I think I?ll ride my pony      Had a girl in Dickson County and we rode the Highland Rim   She kept my cabin warm in winter and mended every hem   And I would have took her with me but that trail never ends   So I think I?ll ride my pony      Ridin? where spring comes up like roses   Wraps its thorns and petals ?round my mind   Ridin? somewhere only God supposes   I could ever dream of gettin? to, from sneakin? up behind   I think I?ll ride my pony      I think I?ll ride my pony   I think I?ll ride my pony