paroles de chanson Pony Blues - Son House

So this one here, this old piece
This is about the Pony Blues

Where's my pony?
Saddle my black mare
Saddle up my black mare
You know, I'm gonna find my baby
Oh Lord, in this, this world somewhere

Well, why don't you get off your horse?
And come on, now let's just go
Come on, pony
Now let's just go

As we set on down
Where I'm from
Oh make some coal
You know, he's a travelin' horse
And he don't deny his name
Yeah
He don't deny his name

You know, the way he can travel
Is a low-down, dirty shame
Well, you know
I hit him a lick
And I spurred him 'round in his side
I spurred him 'round, 'round in his side

You know, a poor little girl asked me
"Mister please, sir let me ride"
Mhmm, he had four stomping feet
And that long old curly mane
Mhmm
That long old curly mane

You know, the way he could travel
Was a low-down and dirty shame
You know I take it all, I go to the race track
So I can see my pony run, mhmm yeah
See my, my pony run

You know he wasn't the best in the one
But he is a running son of a gun
Oh, why don't you get up on that horse?
And let's just, just leave this town
Come on pony, now let's just go

Can you sing again, honey
I don't sing
You, yeah, mhmm
He's a travelin' horse
And he don't deny his name
He don't deny his name
The way he can travel is a low-down, old, dirty shame