Baby saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare. I'm gonna find a rider, baby, in the world somewhere. . Hello central, what's the matter with your line?.
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below. Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below. I ever get back home, I won't be back no more. Oh, my mama's gettin' old, her head is turnin' gray.