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| 4:22 | 
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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 |
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| 2. |
| 3:35 | 
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| 3. |
| 0:41 |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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| 5. |
| 8:32 |
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| 6. |
| 3:17 |
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Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand That I'm goin' get me a woman, you get you another man I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? "Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead" I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read? "Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead" I grabbed my suitcase, I took off, up the road I got there, she was laying on the cooling board I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road I got there, she was laying on the cooling board Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day I walked up close, and I looked down in her face Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town Can't nothin' "go" when the poor girl is around My black mama stays apart of this town Oh, can't nothing "go" when the poor girl is around Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad (note 1) It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had Hmmm, I fold my arms, and I walked away "That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday" I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away Say, "That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday" |
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| 7. |
| 5:20 |
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| 8. |
| 6:54 |
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| 9. |
| 3:53 |
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| 10. |
| 4:59 |
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| 11. |
| 4:11 |
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| 12. |
| 4:27 |
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