Letras
This song I wrote in my time with George Harmonica Smith
Sitting on his porch and he told me about this legend in Mississippi
Where people they see what we call a harvest moon
It'd make the people in the little village worry because they
Didn't know if one of the villagers would die that night
See a horse with no rider
The horse would come in with no rider
But would leave the village with a rider
Tell me, what's that coming yonder
Tell me man, what's that coming yonder
Through the night, come a horse with no rider
Early in the evening, when the moon hang low
Early in the evening, when the moon hang low
That's when the old folks tell me
Somebody, they got to go
Broken dream, torn down shack
Broken dream, torn down shack
Once that horse get a rider
He don't look back
They say he blind, I feel he see
They say he blind, I feel he see
Won't somebody tell me
Who will the rider be
Tell me, what's that coming yonder
Tell me man, what's that coming yonder
Through the night, come a horse with no rider
Through the night, come a horse with no rider
Through the night, come a horse with no rider