Danny And My Ponies

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[Verse 1]
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Danny laid back and surveyed the view
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A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue
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I asked for permission to give him a note
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He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat


[Verse 2]
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Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused
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Like he was the one, who was glad to be used
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I had a sense he was playin' a part
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But I had to help, for he tore at my heart


[Bridge]
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He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags
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He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags
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The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash
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Like I was the one who needed the cash


[Chorus]
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The tramps in our England, have always to walk
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From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
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The tramps in our country have no where's to hug
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Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk


[Verse 3]
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Danny would lay, he'd never speak
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Here was a man who had attained his peak
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No fables to tell, and nothing held back
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This was a man who had led a strong path


[Verse 4]
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Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird
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Who'd never a hand clean and never a word
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For two hundred down, my project had fled
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Danny was gone, or may well have been dead


[Bridge]
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He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death
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Took in turn his view, with his very last breath
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The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky
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Danny was waiting, patient to die


[Chorus]
D                                C         G
The tramps in our England, have always to walk
D                                C         G
From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
D                               C            G
The tramps in our country have no where's to hug
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Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk


[Verse 5]
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Danny laid back, looked down and the plain
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The king on his bench with magnificent mane
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I asked his permission to give him a note
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He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat


[Verse 6]
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It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough
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Danny was a giant, solid and tough
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He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song
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Without bein' draconian, he lived just as long