Ride young man ride, ride young man ride,
Ride young man
ride, ride young man ride
Ride young man ride, ride young man ride
A young, hungry nation on the eve of war - 31 eastern states, in the west two more
miles separated the land - It was a nation divided, it needed a plan
To reach east to west across the wilderness
- Then ridin' with the answer came the Pony Express.
Ride young man ride, deliver the mail -- Ride to the next rider in the trail
Ride through the desert, the mountains and plains Ride through the snow and the wind and rain
Ride 10 mile an hour, a hundred mile a day - Ride on beans n bacon, oats n hay
Ride with the mail of mystery - Ride into the pages of history.
rode for the Pony Express, when I was just a kid
N I was an orphan, but saw to the finish, every job I did
A My horses were Thourghbred, and ran to the bit
R No matter the weather or country, they didn't know quit
R At 5 dollar a letter, I knew the mail weren't cheap
A You didn't send a message, less it just wouldn't keep
T There was this Oregon farmer who wrote his girl back home
I He just had to tell her, he was tired of being alone
O And a Missouri mother, sent a message to her son
N His brother died in war, now he's the only one
horse is lathered, but there's still four mile to go
the last station this side, of Sacramento.