Plastic Ponies 11.13.22
(Rick Amburgey/Joe Bigalke/Jamie Floyd)

He keeps them next to the pictures
Of his little boy
He can hear his son saying
‘Daddy these are my favorite toys
And I want you to keep some
Until you come back home
To me and mama
We’ll miss you so much while you’re gone’

Chorus:
Plastic ponies take him back
To the love in those photographs
Those photographs give him hope
Help him hold on
Remind him it won't be long
Till he’s putting down his gun and walking through that front door
Till war is just a game they play
With plastic ponies
On the living room floor

He been fighting two different fights
Both enough to make a soldier cry
Missing his little boy growing up
Losing the battle with time

He can hear the clock ticking
In the back of his mind
And he’s praying and trying
To make it home alive
He’s got the courage to hold the line ‘cause

Chorus:
Plastic ponies take him back
To the love in those photographs
Those photographs give him hope
Help him hold on
Remind him it won't be long
Till he’s putting down his gun and walking through that front door
Till war is just a game they play
With plastic ponies
On the living room floor

Bridge:
He thanks God for his little piece of home
To him they’re made of gold

Chorus:
Plastic ponies take him back
To the love in those photographs
Those photographs give him hope
Help him hold on
Remind him it won't be long
Till he’s putting down his gun and walking through that front door
Till war is just a game they play
With plastic ponies
On the living room floor

He keeps them next to the pictures
Of his little boy
He can hear his son saying
‘Daddy these are my favorite toys’