Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare. Baby, saddle my pony, saddle up my black mare. I'm gonna find a rider, baby, in the world somewhere. . "Hello central, the matter with your line?".
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.
Some of these days. You're gonna miss me, baby. Some of these days. You're gonna feel you're so lonely. . You'll miss my huggin'. You're gonna miss my kissin'.