My Rifle, My Pona And Me
Hazell Dean · Other Songs - Hazell Dean
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream
Purple light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
With my three good companions
Just my rifle, pony and me
Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero)
On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree)
Comin' home (comin' home) sweetheart darlin' (sweetheart darlin')
Just my rifle, pony and me
Just my rifle, my pony and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be ropened (to be ropened)
No more strays will I see
Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waitin' (she'll be waitin')
For my rifle, pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me
My Rifle, My Pona And Me
Hazell Dean's 'My Rifle, My Pona And Me' stands as a defining track within the English folk revival of the 1960s, blending traditional storytelling with a distinctively modern vocal delivery. The song reflects the era's fascination with rural life and the rugged individualism often found in British folk music, utilizing simple instrumentation to highlight Dean's emotive performance. As part of her broader discography, the recording captures the acoustic intimacy characteristic of her work, where narrative depth takes precedence over complex arrangements. The piece remains a notable example of how traditional themes were reimagined during this period, offering a glimpse into the cultural landscape of the time through its unpretentious yet powerful composition.