Текст песни The Pony Express

He came in and sit down at the end of the bar
His old rawhide shirt full of dust
He asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskey
He talked to himself and he cussed

He left Sacramento early that morningAlabama - The Pony Express - http://ru.motolyrics.com/alabama/the-pony-express-lyrics.html
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
Riding where they wouldn't go

He said to me,