| Well, I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
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| Well, I thought I heard that Pea Vine when she blow
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| You know it blow just like it ain’t gonna blow no more
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| I, hmm
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| I, I, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
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| Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
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| I’m gonna catch my pony boys, saddle up my black mare
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| I’m gonna catch my little pony boys, gonna saddle up my black mare
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| I’m gonna find my baby, she’s in the world somewhere
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| I ain’t got no money boys, I can’t ride the train
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| I ain’t got no money boys, I can’t ride that train
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| But I thought I heard this mornin', that Pea Vine when she blow
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| Carryin' my baby 'way
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| Carryin' my baby 'way
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| You know it blow just like, ain’t gonna bring my baby back no more
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| I’m gonna catch my pony boys
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| Gonna saddle up my black mare
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| I’m gonna leave ya joggin'
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| Joggin' on away from here |