Let's pony again. (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it). I'm gonna get on my pony and ride. (Ride). . Ride. (Ride). Ride. I'm gonna get on my pony and ride.
Twenty miles from my house to your house. Twenty miles and I walk it all the way. Twenty miles when you're in love is nothin'. And I got to see my baby every day.
This is a sad story about a girl named Mary Mac. And her wondering lover Bob Needle. . Softly I can hear her callin'. Hey, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle, Bobba Needle.