Alabama The Pony Express Lyrics

The Pony Express Lyrics

He came in and sit down at the end of the bar
His old rawhide shirt full of
dust
He asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskey
He talked to himself
and he cussed

He left Sacramento early that morning
With a sackful of
mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
Riding
where they wouldn't go

He said to me, "Mister, this long riding's
hell,
But I guess it's got to be done
Otherwise how would you get all
your mail
If The Pony Express couldn't run?"

I said, "I
hear you, mister, and you do your job well
But I hear it won't be for
long
They'll be sending the mail by the wire and the rail
And your pony
and you will be gone."

He came in and sit down at the end of the
bar
His coveralls covered with dust
He said Jesse James had just held up
his train
He talked to himself and he cussed

He pulled out of St. Joe
early that morning
With the mail and the union payroll
Had to stop for a
rockslide outside Jackson City
And Jesse made off with the gold

He
said to me, "Mister, this railroading's hell
But I guess it's got to be
done
Otherwise how would you get all your mail
If that old iron horse
couldn't run?"

I said, "I hear you, mister, and you do your
job well
But I hear it won't be for long
They'll be sending the mail
without you or the rail,
'Cause they say man will fly before
long."

He came in and sit down at the end of the bar
His face
looked all haggard and grey
He ordered a drink and said, "Make it a
double.
Boy, has it sure been a long day."

He pulled out of
Denver early that morning
He said, "You'll never guess where I've
been.
A highjacker needed a lift down to Kelo
So your mail will be late
getting in."

I said, "I hear you, mister, and you do your job
well
But you know it ain't been that long
They were doing it best with
The Pony Express
Before you and your friends came along..."