Ridin' Horse - Tommy Johnson

Cryin' who’s that yonder comin' down the road, coming down the road?

Now, who’s that yonder, comin' down the road?

Well it looks like Maggie, Mama, but she walk too slow

Cryin' what made Grandma love her Grandpa, love her Grandpa so?

Mmmmm, what made Grandma to love her Grandpa so?

It was eight long years ago

Cryin' see see rider, see what you done done, see what you done done

Mmmmm, see see rider, see what you done done

You done made me love you, now you tryin' to put me down

Cryin' ain’t gon' be your ridin' horse no more, ridin' horse no more

Says I ain’t gon' be your ridin' horse no more

Long before I be, I will take morphine and die

What good is a bulldog, he won’t bark or bite, he won’t bark or bite?

What good is a bulldog, he won’t bark or bite?

And what good is a woman she won’t ask you what you like?

Now who’s that yonder, see them dressed in red, see them dressed in red?

Who’s that yonder, see them dressed in red?

Well they must be the children, Mama, that my Moses led