Alabama - Pony Express Lyrics
(Written by: Teddy Gentry, Ken Lambert,Buddy Cannon, Dean Dillon)He came in and sit down at the end of the barHis old rawhide shirt full of dustHe asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskeyHe talked to himself and he cussedHe left Sacramento early that morningWith a sackful of mail for St. JoeHad to outrun some outlaws outside Carson CityBy riding where they wouldn't goHe said to me,"Mister, this long riding's hellBut I guess it's got to be doneOtherwise how would you get all your mailIf the pony express couldn't run?"I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job wellBut I hear it won't be for longThey'll be sending the mail by the wire and the railAnd your pony and you will be gone--- Instrumental ---He came in and sit down at the end of the barHis coveralls covered with dustHe said Jesse James had just held up his trainHe talked to himself and he cussedHe pulled out of St. Joe early that morningWith the mail and the union payrollHad to stop for a rockslide outside Jackson CityAnd Jesse made off with the goldHe said to me, "Mister, this railroading's hellBut I guess it's got to be doneOtherwise how would you get all you mailIf that old iron horse couldn't run?"I said, "I hear you,mister and you do your job wellBut I hear it won't be for longThey'll be sending the mail without you or the rail'Cause they say man will fly before long."--- Instrumental ---He came in and sit down at the end of the barHis face looked all haggard and greyHe ordered a drink and said, "Make it a doubleBoys it's sure been a long day."He pulled out of Denver early that morningHe said, "You'll never guess where I've beenA highjacker needed a lift down to CubaSo your mail will be late getting in."I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job wellBut you know it ain't been that longThey were doing it best with the pony expressBefore you and your friends came along."--- Instrumental to fade ---
