Well, I thought I heard that pea vine when she blow
Well, I thought I heard that pea vine when she blow
You know it blow just like it ain't gonna blow no more

I'm gonna catch my pony boys, saddle up my black mare, oh, yeah
I'm gonna catch my pony boys; gonna saddle up my black mare
I'm gonna find my baby--she's in the world somewhere

I ain't got no money, boys--I can't ride the train
I ain't got no money, boys--I can't ride the train
But I thought I heard this mornin' that pea vine when she blow

Carryin' my baby 'way, carryin' my baby 'way
Carryin' my baby 'way, carryin' my baby 'way
Carryin' my baby 'way

You know it blow just like
Ain't gonna bring my baby back no more

I'm gonna catch my pony, boys
Gonna saddle up my black mare
I'm gonna leave you joggin'
Joggin' on away from here

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOHN LEE HOOKER