Withered Old Poney Lyrics

Scratching and pecking and clucking

She has tenants and chickens

All slumming

And it would break your heart to see

How hard they all work for nothing

Joe mortgaged his shop for the rent

But the saloonkeeper's got an "in" with the powerful men

Boy, it sure ain't fair for sure, it's strange what brings

Hope to those who're broken and poor

Eight hens by the backstairs

Children in the gutter

Bringing in the garbage to give to their mother

She's a slumlord but no one would tell

Because the world gets the better of Aniele

She tries to work hard and

She'll clean your dirty laundry

The service ain't free

But can you beat the prices? hardly

She's stubborn and achy

And awfully lonely

You just have to love her

Like a withered old poney

A widow with three kids running wild

She'll follow 'em through the stockyards for awhile

And her boarding house is cockroach free

But the salmonella's killing me

Got used to the stench of blood in no time

Despite industry Midwestern skies are still wide

So I just don't know what it is, must be

Something in the weather flaring up her Rheumatis

Eight hens by the backstairs

Children in the gutter

Bringing in the garbage to give to their mother

She's a slumlord but no one would tell

Because the world gets the better of Aniele

She tries to work hard and

She'll clean your dirty laundry

The service ain't free

But can you beat the prices? hardly

She's stubborn and achy

And awfully lonely

You just have to love her

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