Danny And My Ponies
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โฑ๏ธ 4:02 duration
๐ ID: 1195780
๐ Lyrics
Danny laid back and surveyed the view
A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue
I asked for permission to give him a note
He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused
Like he was the one who was glad to be used
I had a sense he was playin' a part
But I had to help, for he tore at my heart
He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags
He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags
The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash
Like I was the one who needed the cash
The tramps in our England, have always to walk
From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
Danny would lay, he'd never speak
Here was a man who had attained his peak
No fables to tell, and nothing held back
This was a man who had led a strong path
Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird
Who'd never a hand clean and never a word
For two hundred down, my project had fled
Danny was gone, or may well have been dead
He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death
Took in turn his view, with his very last breath
The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky
Danny was waiting, patient to die
The tramps in our England, have always to walk
From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
Danny laid back, looked down and the plain
The king on his bench with magnificent mane
I asked his permission to give him a note
He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough
Danny was a giant, solid and tough
He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song
Without me and my chorus, he'd live just as long
A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue
I asked for permission to give him a note
He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused
Like he was the one who was glad to be used
I had a sense he was playin' a part
But I had to help, for he tore at my heart
He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags
He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags
The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash
Like I was the one who needed the cash
The tramps in our England, have always to walk
From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
Danny would lay, he'd never speak
Here was a man who had attained his peak
No fables to tell, and nothing held back
This was a man who had led a strong path
Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird
Who'd never a hand clean and never a word
For two hundred down, my project had fled
Danny was gone, or may well have been dead
He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death
Took in turn his view, with his very last breath
The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky
Danny was waiting, patient to die
The tramps in our England, have always to walk
From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
Danny laid back, looked down and the plain
The king on his bench with magnificent mane
I asked his permission to give him a note
He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough
Danny was a giant, solid and tough
He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song
Without me and my chorus, he'd live just as long
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.65] Danny laid back and surveyed the view
[00:13.61] A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue
[00:18.23] I asked for permission to give him a note
[00:23.55] He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
[00:27.70]
[00:33.57] Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused
[00:37.59] Like he was the one who was glad to be used
[00:43.08] I had a sense he was playin' a part
[00:46.91] But I had to help, for he tore at my heart
[00:52.79] He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags
[00:56.46] He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags
[01:01.24] The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash
[01:05.79] Like I was the one who needed the cash
[01:14.10] The tramps in our England, have always to walk
[01:18.64] From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
[01:23.40] The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
[01:28.06] Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
[01:36.89] Danny would lay, he'd never speak
[01:41.17] Here was a man who had attained his peak
[01:45.99] No fables to tell, and nothing held back
[01:50.64] This was a man who had led a strong path
[02:00.01] Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird
[02:04.72] Who'd never a hand clean and never a word
[02:09.39] For two hundred down, my project had fled
[02:14.11] Danny was gone, or may well have been dead
[02:19.72] He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death
[02:23.80] Took in turn his view, with his very last breath
[02:28.04] The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky
[02:33.25] Danny was waiting, patient to die
[02:41.00] The tramps in our England, have always to walk
[02:45.72] From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
[02:50.33] The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
[02:55.16] Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
[03:03.92] Danny laid back, looked down and the plain
[03:08.17] The king on his bench with magnificent mane
[03:12.81] I asked his permission to give him a note
[03:17.50] He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
[03:27.25] It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough
[03:31.89] Danny was a giant, solid and tough
[03:36.39] He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song
[03:41.15] Without me and my chorus, he'd live just as long
[03:46.55]
[00:13.61] A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue
[00:18.23] I asked for permission to give him a note
[00:23.55] He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
[00:27.70]
[00:33.57] Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused
[00:37.59] Like he was the one who was glad to be used
[00:43.08] I had a sense he was playin' a part
[00:46.91] But I had to help, for he tore at my heart
[00:52.79] He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags
[00:56.46] He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags
[01:01.24] The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash
[01:05.79] Like I was the one who needed the cash
[01:14.10] The tramps in our England, have always to walk
[01:18.64] From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
[01:23.40] The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
[01:28.06] Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
[01:36.89] Danny would lay, he'd never speak
[01:41.17] Here was a man who had attained his peak
[01:45.99] No fables to tell, and nothing held back
[01:50.64] This was a man who had led a strong path
[02:00.01] Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird
[02:04.72] Who'd never a hand clean and never a word
[02:09.39] For two hundred down, my project had fled
[02:14.11] Danny was gone, or may well have been dead
[02:19.72] He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death
[02:23.80] Took in turn his view, with his very last breath
[02:28.04] The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky
[02:33.25] Danny was waiting, patient to die
[02:41.00] The tramps in our England, have always to walk
[02:45.72] From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong
[02:50.33] The tramps in our country have no where's to hope
[02:55.16] Only spirits give comfort, there's no time to talk
[03:03.92] Danny laid back, looked down and the plain
[03:08.17] The king on his bench with magnificent mane
[03:12.81] I asked his permission to give him a note
[03:17.50] He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat
[03:27.25] It's dangerous to faction as those who live rough
[03:31.89] Danny was a giant, solid and tough
[03:36.39] He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song
[03:41.15] Without me and my chorus, he'd live just as long
[03:46.55]