In The Pony's Stall The night was old , the moon was small The road was dark the shadows tall I was tired So I slept in the pony's stall In the night I heard you call From the hill by the old slave wall In my dreams As I slept in the pony's stall I once was rich I had it all Before pride there goes a fall I was warm As I slept in the pony's stall - Rob McNurlin copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI