The Pony Blues - Son House

Why don’t you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?

…my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?

You know, I’m gonna find my baby, well, in the world somewhere

You know, he’s a travelin' horse, an' he’s too black bad

He’s a travelin' pony, I declare, he’s too black bad

You know, he got a gait, now, no Shetlan' ain’t never had

You know, I taken him by the rein an' I led him around and 'round

I say, I taken him by the reins an' I, I led him, him 'round and 'round

You know, he ain’t the best in the world, but he’s the best ever been in this

town

You know, he’s a travelin' horse and he don’t deny his name

He’s a travelin' pony and he don’t deny his name

You know, the way he can travel is a low-down, old, dirty shame

Why don’t you come up here, pony, now come on, please let’s us go

I said, «Come up, get up now, please pony, now let’s us go»

Let’s we saddle on down on the Gulf of, of Mexico

You know, the horse that I’m ridin', he can fox-trot, he can lope and pace

I say, the pony I’m ridin', he can fox-trot, he can lope and pace

You know, a horse with them many gaits, you know, I’m bound to win the race

He’s a travelin' horse an' he don’t deny his name

He’s a travelin' pony, he don’t deny his name

The way he can travel is a low-down, old, dirty shame