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When I was a very young man
I was a cowboy
The best in the land
But then she settled me down
With a touch of her hand
Now I'm begging you mister
Tell me if you can

Which way does that old pony run
Which way does that old pony run
And how much is that saddle
And a straight shooting gun
Which way does that old pony run

Now a young girl
She don't know when she's lying
But a woman
Great God she knows how it's done
So mama before I go
There's just one thing on my mind
Which way does that old pony run

Which way does that old pony run
Which way does that old pony run
And how much is that saddle
And a straight shooting gun
Which way does that old pony run

So this good life you know I must leave
Your new car
And your color tv
But what's riches to you
Just ain't riches to me
And if you're staying out here
Then I'm headed back east

Which way does that old pony run
Which way does that old pony run
And how much is that saddle
And a straight shooting gun
Which way does that old pony run
When I was a very young man   I was a cowboy   The best in the land   But then she settled me down   With a touch of her hand   Now I'm begging you mister   Tell me if you can      Which way does that old pony run   Which way does that old pony run   And how much is that saddle   And a straight shooting gun   Which way does that old pony run      Now a young girl   She don't know when she's lying   But a woman   Great God she knows how it's done   So mama before I go   There's just one thing on my mind   Which way does that old pony run      Which way does that old pony run   Which way does that old pony run   And how much is that saddle   And a straight shooting gun   Which way does that old pony run      So this good life you know I must leave   Your new car   And your color tv   But what's riches to you   Just ain't riches to me   And if you're staying out here   Then I'm headed back east      Which way does that old pony run   Which way does that old pony run   And how much is that saddle   And a straight shooting gun   Which way does that old pony run