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? Come a storm last night, tore the wire down Got a brand new Shetland, man, already trained Just get in the saddle, tighten up on your reins And a brown-skinned woman like somethin' fit to eat But a jet black woman, don't put your hands on me Took my baby, to meet the mornin' train And the blues come down, baby, like showers o' rain I got somethin' to tell you when I get a chance I don't wanna marry, just wanna be your man