Song Description
"Pony Express" tells the true story about the short-lived mail service from Missouri to Sacramento, where 80 daring riders and 400 fast horses delivered the mail in a relay fashion, racing from stop to stop.
| Song Length |
3:33 |
Genre |
Country - Americana, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, Peaceful |
Subject |
Horses, Courage |
| Similar Artists |
Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Steve Earle |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1800 - 1899 |
| |
Lyrics
Pony Express
© 2025 Grant Maloy Smith
Dirt in my hair
Dust in my eyes
High on the rhythm
of hoofbeats tonight
Worn leather bag
Racing the moon
We're gonna get there
Get there real soon
80 riders
400 horses
The savage trail
Our precious mail
Eighteen months
We are blessed
We are the mailmen
The Pony Express
On my mochila
High on the job
With Billy Cody
and Pony Bob
Chased by the Indians
We made it through
Alex Carlyle
and John Frye, too
I hereby pledge
'fore God and man
I will not swear
Or raise a hand
I will not drink
That Devil's brew
Of this I pray
I will be true
80 riders
400 horses
The savage trail
Our precious mail
Eighteen months
We are blessed
We are the mailmen
The Pony Express
That telegraph
That witch's brew
Faster than lightning
Faster than you
Across the Sierra
Across the plains
My horse is flagging
Beneath my reins
Beneath my reins
80 riders
400 horses
The savage trail
Our precious mail
Eighteen months
We are blessed
We are the mailmen
The Pony Express