Show Pony from Folk You by Sy Arden

I don’t want nobody calling for me
I don’t want you to even know my name
I don’t want hungry, itchy stories
I don’t want you fanning the flames

There’s a man lurking in the shadows
Wanna dissect, caress, and detest me
I gotta lover playing Mr. Detective
Wanna show what he knows about me
Every single one of you, every single one of you


I don’t want nobody calling for me
I don’t want you to even know my name
I don’t want hungry itchy stories
I don’t want you fanning my flames

There’s this girl wanna check my registration
She got her own shaky, greedy legislation
Look at this world sick with boredom
Empty as a ghost pit, waiting for prey
Every single one of them

You tell me how I’m supposed to do this
I got something, some cards to play
You tell me how I’m supposed to do this
Show Pony out front on display

How come I don’t lurk in the shadows
Needing from you what you’re trying to get from me
How come I don’t need to pin you down, now
Put you on my arm and in my house

Every single one of them, every single one of you

I don’t want nobody callin for me
I don’t want to even play the game
I don’t want oafish bloated glory
I ain’t fuel, a fool for fame
I don’t want
I don’t want
I don’t want nobody callin for me
I don’t want your gas on my flames

Show pony out front on display
Ghost pit empty, waiting for prey
Show pony out front on display
Ghost pit empty, hungry for names

Every single one of them

• Folk
• anti-folk
• folk pop
• folk punk
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• punk pop
• Nashville