Jeanne Rose: Listen

Scott lived across the street from me when we were young children. I have posted a photo of us on the web here as well as a few others of him.

Scott used to own a little wood mop head, pony. I believe it was red. I also believe his cowboy hat was red also, but that is something neither of us remember for sure. :) His cap pistol was very cool, as well as his little leather chaps. He was my world back then, right down to hanging out in the rafters of the garage, our little hideout for eating cocoa puffs right out of the box. What fun those days were, and I remember them special always. I loved his cap gun that he shared with me, as well as our friendship. I don't believe that cap guns are around anymore due to the cool caps that you could hear as one pulled the trigger! Those were the days!

Scott now lives in California with his sweet wife, Jackie. The both enjoy music and song and are performing (last I heard)near the Los Osos area. Scott has a passion for beekeeping as well and continues that by teaching Beekeeping to students at Cal Poly.

Susan Welch, "Into the Midnight Waltz" has added her beautiful Mandola to this song. "Scott's Pony" is a favorite of many. Thank you Susan! Though this song is a bit more playful as some on the album, I feel it had to be on the album, as it was and continues to be a special memory of mine.

This song is for Scott Jeffreys and is a reminder to how powerful a friendship can be in ones life.

Scott’s Pony

I remember when I was just tiny
A cowboy lived just cross the way
I shall sing you a song bout’ that cowboy
The finest I ever did kiss

It was in the small town of Ventura
That is where I first saw him ride
His chaps they hung low, cap pistol high
A red cowboy hat and blue eyes

Oh please ride me high on your red pony
Will ride till’ Ma calls to come in
Tomorrow will rise with the sweet summer’s sun
Then will gallop around town again

Like a tumbleweed summer rolled by us
And the day came when we said goodbye
His head it hung low, I begged please don’t go
Please don’t go
It was then when we started to cry

Oh please ride me high on your red pony
Will ride til' Ma calls to come in
Tomorrow will rise with the sweet summers sun
Then will gallop around town again

(Instrumental)

Fifteen summers had passed how I missed him
But a cowgirl can surely survive
A letter I wrote, and sealed with a kiss
And I waited for his sweet reply

Then one day my postman he smiled
A letter your cowboy has sent
I quickly tore open that letter
And here’s what that fine cowboy said

Oh, please let us ride my old pony
For I’ve missed you far more than you know
Shall we ride through the night until morning?
Then we’ll ride round, round, round, round again
In to that sunset my friend