Jan Neckář, Dean Reed
Won't you tell me how to get back to where I was born,
Tell me how
- Tell him how -
Won't you please take my hand and then lead me back home,
Take my hand
Let me ride my old pony just as free as the breeze
- Oh why don't we just let him ride. -
Let me drink the cold water from a clear mountain steam
- the water sure as hell tastes fine. -
Let me smell that fresh and good air at least, one more time,
one more time
- One more time. -
Just a lying in the green grass looking at the blue sky,
the blue sky.
Let me ride my old pony just as free as the breeze
- Oh why don't we just let him ride. -
Let me drink the cold water from a clear mountain steam
- the water sure as hell tastes, -
oh take me to that home of mine.
Won't you tell me how to get back to where I was born,
Tell me how
- Tell him how -
Won't you please take my hand and then lead me back home,
Take my hand
Let me ride my old pony just as free as the breeze
- Oh why don't we just let him ride. -
Let me drink the cold water from a clear mountain steam
- the water sure as hell tastes. -
Oh take me to that home of mine.
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