The Brooklyn Cowboys Lyrics
"Trick Ponies"

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 sucker 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