Saddle My Pony

Saddle My Pony Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in F# / G♭ Blues.

Hear my pistol
Saddle up my black mare
Hear my pistol
Saddle up my black mare
I'm gonna find my woman
Lordy if she were somewhere

Well I got me a pony
He's already trained
Got me a pony, mama
He's already trained
He don't saddle suit you baby, just
Tighten down on your reins

Well then tell me, mama
Who let one go
Wont you tell me, mama
Who let one go
Well when I come in
Who left in out my back door

Soon this morning
Blues came falling down
Well soon, soon this morning
My blues came falling down
Well I was locked up in jail, baby
That's what I was, prison bound

Tell me who
Who been fooling you
Now tell me who
Who been fooling you
Tellin' ya everything I do, mama
Let me, let me hang my own

I'm gonna leave you, baby
Just do the best you can
I'm gonna leave you, baby
Do the best you can
Well you said you loved me
You're having all the other men

Johnny Shines - Too Wet To Plow (1977 Album)

Johnny Shines
Too Wet To Plow
1977

1. Too Wet To Plow
2. Travelling Back Home
3. Hot Tomale
4. Moanin' The Blues
5. Red Sun
6. Winding Mind
7. You Better Turn Around
8. The Wind Is Blowin'
9. Trouble's All I See
10. 30 Days In Jail
11. Pay Day Woman
12. Epilog

Winding Mind

Winding Mind Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.

Well it was early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well early one morning
I was on my way to school
Well I met a little girl named Mary
She made me break my teacher's rule

Sometime I wonder, I wonder
Why don't you write to me?
Mmmm sometime I wonder
Little girl, why don't you write to me?
If I been a bad boy
Well I did not intend to be

Well goodbye, baby, goodbye
Sure hate to leave you behind
Mmmm goodbye, baby
Sure hate to leave you behind
Since I had, you haven't had nothing but trouble
And a winding mind

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Red Sun

Red Sun Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
vocals by Louisiana Red
in A Blues.

I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I been locked up so long
I don't remember my mama's face
I'm gonna tell all you people
And part of the human race

I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls all down
I wish that big, big sun
Melt these prison walls down
I give the rest of my life
For one good drunken town

I get so weary
Living from day to day
My heart gets so weary
From living from day to day
In here the work ain't so hard
You just don't get no pay

I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
I wish that big, big sun
Would melt these prison walls aside
And then I could drift on away
And I would not have to hide

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Moanin' The Blues

Moanin' The Blues Lyrics
by Johnny Shines
in E Blues.

Mmmm
Mmmm
Well every now and then I wonder
Why you treat me the way you do

Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well the blues came in this morning
When my baby walked out that door
Well that's when it run across my mind
Well, lord she wouldn't be back here no more

Mmmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blues ain't bad
Mhmm some people keep telling me
That the worried blue ain't bad
But they must have not have been them
Whoa, low down blues I had

Mhmm, Mhmm
Mmmm, Mmmm
Well you know I love you, little girl
Well that's why you treat me the way you do

Well
Lord, my blues came falling down
Well I saw, see you this morning
Woo, my blues came falling down
Well I was locked up in jail
Lord, and I was prison bound

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Hot Tomale

Hot Tomale Lyrics
by Robert Johnson
performed by Johnny Shines
in C Blues.

Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
It's one for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale

Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Red tomato, red ripe
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale

Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
I got a gal
She's six feet tall
Her head's in the kitchen
And her feet's in the hall
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale

Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale
Hot tomale, red hot
Baby got 'em right here
One for a nickel
And it's two for a dime
I would sell you more
But they ain't none of mine
Hot tomato, red hot
Baby got 'em for sale, I mean
Baby got 'em for sale

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