About The Song
Alabama’s energetic tune, “Pony Express,” is a delightful throwback to the days of the Wild West. This track, featured on their 1986 album The Touch, paints a vivid picture of the rugged and adventurous spirit of the American frontier.
With its driving rhythm and lively instrumentation, “Pony Express” is a foot-tapping good time. The song’s lyrics evoke images of galloping horses, vast open spaces, and the thrill of the chase. Alabama’s signature harmonies and the band’s overall upbeat energy create a sense of excitement and adventure.
“Pony Express” is more than just a fun, Western-themed song; it’s a celebration of the American spirit. The song’s themes of freedom, adventure, and perseverance are timeless and continue to resonate with audiences today.
One of the most appealing aspects of this song is its ability to transport listeners to another time and place. By evoking images of the Wild West, “Pony Express” offers a much-needed escape from the hustle and bustle of modern life.
Whether you’re a fan of Western movies or simply enjoy a good country song, “Pony Express” is sure to put a smile on your face. It’s a reminder that there’s still plenty of adventure to be found in the world, even if it’s just in the music.
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He came in and sits down at the end of the barHis old rawhide shirt full of dustHe asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskeyHe talked to himself and he cussedHe left Sacramento early that mornin’With a sackful of mail for St. JoeHad to outrun some outlaws outside Carson CityBy ridin’ where they wouldn’t goHe said to me, “Mister, this long ridin’s hellBut I guess it’s got to be doneOtherwise how would you get all your mailIf the pony express couldn’t run?”I said, “I hear you, mister and you do your job wellBut I hear it won’t be for longThey’ll be sendin’ the mail by the wire and the railAnd your pony and you will be gone”He came in and sits down at the end of the barHis coveralls covered with dustHe said, “Jesse James had just held up his train”He talked to himself and he cussedHe pulled out of St. Joe early that morningWith the mail and the union payrollHad to stop for a rock slide outside Jackson CityAnd Jesse made off with the goldHe said to me, “Mister, this railroading’s hellBut I guess it’s got to be doneOtherwise how would you get all you mailIf that old iron horse couldn’t run?”I said, “I hear you mister and you do your job wellBut I hear it won’t be for longThey’ll be sending the mail without you or the rail‘Cause they say man will fly before long”He came in and sits down at the end of the barHis face looked all haggard and grayHe ordered a drink and said, “Make it a doubleBoys it’s sure been a long day”He pulled out of Denver early that mornin’He said, “You’ll never guess where I’ve beenA hijacker needed a lift down to CubaSo your mail will be late getting in”I said, “I hear you mister and you do your job wellBut you know it ain’t been that longThey were doing it best with the pony expressBefore you and your friends came along”