Pony Blues-Son House

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