Letra de Silver Wheeled Pony

He sits on a porch that seen this town
Live through hurricanes and tell
He′ll give you a firsthand history of each antique that he sellsHe's a six-pack tellin′ stories, and inbetween the lies
A sparkle shines, deep behind, the red in his eyes

But he can't ride the range on a silver-wheeled pony
And he can't see the crowd cause there′s age in his eyes
And he can′t find the strength in his bottles of whiskey
So on a porch in a wheelchair he takes his last ride

His gravel voice chokes on tears when he tells of that day he rode
And how the crowd stood when he straddled the mare
So he tightened the grip of his hold
Oh the wild pony kicked and the ladies did scream
But the rope did not give way
And he still tastes the dust off that old Mesquite ground
Just like it happened today

Cause he can't ride the range on a silver-wheeled pony
And he can′t see the crowd cause there's age in his eyes
And he can′t find the strength in his bottles of whiskey
So on a porch in a wheelchair he takes his last ride

Surrounded by his long ago, the sunlight hits the wall
And casts behind him shadows of a young man standing tall

But he can't ride the range on a silver-wheeled pony
And he can′t see the crowd cause there's age in his eyes
And he can't find the strength, Lord, in his bottles of whiskey
So on a porch in a wheelchair he takes his last ride