Pony Blues - Canned Heat

Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare

Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare

I’m gonna find a rider, baby, in the world somewhere

«Hello central, the matter with your line?»

«Hello central, matter, Lord, with your line?»

«Come a storm last night an' tore the wire down»

Got a brand new Shetland, man, already trained

Brand new Shetland, baby, already trained

Just get in the saddle, tighten up on your reins

And a brownskin woman like somethin' fit to eat

Brownskin woman like somethin' fit to eat

But a jet black woman, don’t put your hands on me Took my baby, to meet the mornin' train

Took baby, meet that mornin' train

An' the blues come down, baby, like showers of rain

I got somethin' to tell you when I gets a chance

Somethin' to tell you when I get a chance

I don’t wanna marry, just wanna be your man