Polo Ponies

Polo Ponies, alfalfa hay I stand by what I do, but I don't do half what I say There's something about you that I'm struggling to explain And I'm drunk as all can be But I still love you the same, and You can take the boy out his home But he'll struggle to find a replacement Was never one to be graceful You've never been nothin' but gracious Was never one to give thanks, but I want for naught I want for naught Polo Ponies lined up in their dyin' days of youth Can't stand cigarettes, my hands crave something to do They crave something else, it's true And I'm drunk, drunk as all can be All I'm wanting for is you Wanting for is you But I still love you the same, and You can take the boy out his home But he'll struggle to find a replacement Was never one to be graceful You've never been nothin' but gracious Was never one to give thanks, but I want for naught I want for naught Polo Ponies played out, and my father's driving home I'll light a cigarette out the window, let it go I thank God for everything, but I thank God for you the most I thank God for everything, I just had to let you know I want for naught