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