Norman Blake Six White Horses
I'm leaving you to worry you off my mind
Lord I'm leaving you to worry you off my mind
Oh, you keep me worried, troubled, troubled all the time
All the six white horses going two by two
All the six white horses going two by two
Just because some other woman done stole my love from you
Oh the train that I'm riding is sixteen coached long
Oh the train that I'm riding is sixteen coached long
And that woman I'm loving has got another man and gone
If you don't believe I'm leaving, honey, count the days I'm gone
If you don't believe I'm leaving just count the days I'm gone
If you ever see your daddy, it'll be on judgement morn
Now tell me pretty mama, which way the river runs
Oh, tell me pretty mama, which way the river runs
Runs straight from my backdoor right up to the rising sun
