The Brooklyn Cowboys - Trick Ponies lyrics

Knoxville, Crossville, and Cookville And over in the Big Guitar I hear they got a full-tilt motion over there Drop what you're doing and whoever you are Throw the Fender and Gibson in the back seat Listen what the trucker dudes know When there's a full grown ahead, where's the next watershed Is it precipitating on the plateau? And right around the 210 yardstick Where 65 hits 40 west I gear that s**er towards "The Three Doors Down" To mingle with the regular guests Parallel it facing uptown baby But down here's where intriguing lights glow Ernest Tubb's in my eye, walkin' the floor in the sky He's got a message that I already know. He wants to tell me Hey, is this that other side That some durn fool swore was bustin' open wide I'm waiting for a dark horse to rise Among the trick ponies of life, trick ponies of life Pullin' bread out of a toaster on the smidgen side of 8 am Hello to the morning roller coaster and then cough up the rest of Last night's phlegm I made a million or more of the best mustard Sandwiches a man ever had And now the yin and the yang's become a regular thing Out on the East End where I'm hangin' my head. I'm here to tell you Hey is this that other side that some durn fool Swore was bustin' open wide I'm waiting for a dark horse to rise Among the trick ponies of life, trick ponies of life Waiting for a dark horse to rise Among the trick ponies of life, trick ponies of life Trick ponies, ponies of life