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Lost Alamos: Music

Pretty Ponies

(Lost Alamos)
© Brian Daniell 2005 ASCAP


Recorded live at Acoustic Music Revival, March 26, 2011.


The quintessential Western story. Don't need no particulars. Cowboys don't much care for particulars and prefer not to bring 'em along--if it's all the same to you, ma'am.


Wind comes stinging’ from the south
Trail dust clingin’ round your mouth
Horse is stumblin’, water’s low
Ain’t no tellin’ how far to go

Rain falls like silver, sun burns like gold
Ain’t no riches, now your fortune’s told
You can’t hide now, but you can run
From a curse and a cry and a careless gun

Truth in a heartbeat, fate on the wind
Cold iron’s fast in the minds of men
Ain’t no tellin’ the how or the when
Ain’t no tellin’ where the evil’s been

That canyons’s deep and the trail is long
Ones who cross must be the strong
She’ll be waiting on the other side
String of ponies for you to ride
Pretty ponies for you to ride

Words are gone now, breath is fast
And the one who ran first might be the last
Desert justice will make your bed
There in the red sand to lay your head
There in the red sand to lay your head

Ride on the sweet grass in the morning sun
Ride in the cold mist with your darlin’ one
Ride by the shore of the Charleston bay
Ride in cool dreams of painted clay
Ride in cool dreams of painted clay

That canyons’s deep and the trail is long
Ones who cross must be the strong
She’ll be waiting on the other side
String of ponies for you to ride
Pretty ponies for you to ride
Pretty ponies for you to ride