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Where are you running, pony wild,
On to someone's stable,
Run, run as fast as you can,
As far as your limbs are able.
Cowboys have wings now, they can fly
No place to hide beneath the sky.
Run pony, run, there's not much time,
Before you're served up grade A prime.

Where are you running, pony wild,
Where your spirit leads on,
Men will ride you down to death
For his fool dogs to feed on.
Hunters have wheels now and they drive,
You're not worth a damn while you're alive.
Run, pony, run, there's not much time,
Before you're served up grade A prime.

Sons of Spanish dreams and Western plains
Four hundred years and here's a bullet for your pains
How long can you wander free the canyon and the rim,
The red man was your only friend, look what we're doing to him.
You better run, pony, run pony, run pony, run pony, run.

Where are you running pony wild,
Where the butcher's waiting.
If you're lucky, there's a zoo
Will capture you for mating.
Your eagle friend has left the sky,
No wing will bend to say goodbye.
Run, pony, run, there's not much time,
Before you're served up grade A prime.

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