The Who - Danny and my ponies

^CDanny laid back and s^Gurveyed the view ^CA king on his bench, he was c^Gold, he was blue ^CI asked for permission t^Go give him a note ^CHe nodded, not movin', just scra^Gtched at his throat

^CAlways smiled slightly, seem^Ged so bemused ^CLike he was the one, who was g^Glad to be used ^CI had a sense he was pl^Gayin' a part ^CBut I had to help, for he ^Gtore at my heart

^DHe would walk, his f^Ceet wrapped in rags ^DHe wandered the neighborhood, ca^Crrying his bags ^DThe pride in his eye^Cs would so clearly flash ^DLike I was the one w^Cho needed the cash

^DThe tramps in our England, have a^Clways to w^Galk ^DFrom Philip to Dorchester, fiftee^Cn miles st^Grong ^DThe tramps in our country have n^Co where's to ^Ghug ^DHome hysterics give comfort, ther^Ce's no time to t^Galk

^CDanny would lay, h^Ge'd never speak ^CHere was a man who ^Ghad attained his peak ^CNo fables to tell, and n^Gothing held back ^CThis was a man who had l^Ged a strong path

^COld soldier, perhaps, or a ^Gworn, old jailbird ^CWho'd never a hand clean and ^Gnever a word ^CFor two hundred down, my pro^Gject had fled ^CDanny was gone, or may w^Gell have been dead

^DHe walked slowly, no^C hurryin' to death ^DTook in turn his view, with his ^Cvery last breath ^DThe river, the mist ^Cand the slightly grey sky ^DDanny was waiting, p^Catient to die

^DThe tramps in our England, have a^Clways to w^Galk ^DFrom Philip to Dorchester, fiftee^Cn miles st^Grong ^DThe tramps in our country have n^Co where's to ^Ghug ^DHome hysterics give comfort, ther^Ce's no time to t^Galk

^CDanny laid back, looked d^Gown and the plain ^CThe king on his bench with m^Gagnificent mane ^CI asked his permission to ^Ggive him a note ^CHe nodded, not movin', just s^Gcratched at his throat

^DIt's dangerous to faction^C as those who live rough ^DDanny was a giant, so^Clid and tough ^DHe allowed me to gift him and scr^Cibble this song ^DWithout bein' draconian, he l^Cived just as lon^Gg