Sam Baker - Pony

^GLove was a Mexican pon^Cy you and I would ride ^GFrom the desert in the ^Em7dark cross the ^Criver on the other si^Dde ^CBorder guards they ^Dwaved us through ?^G??Andele ninos” th^Cey cried ^GLove was a Mexican^Em7 pony y^Cou and I would ri^Em7de

^GLove was a porcelain angel in a church in M^Cexico ^GDressed in silk ^Em7painted tears we w^Corshipped what we did not k^Dnow ^CLove was a porcelain ^Dangel, it was the ^Gmoment we k^Cissed ^GIt was innocence, it was^Em7 grace, it was the s^Cound of the serpent’^Ds hiss

^CLove was a Mexican ^Dpony that y^Gou and would ^Cride ^GFrom the desert in the ^Em7dark cross the r^Civer to the other si^Dde

^CLove was a Sunday ^Dmorning when our w^Ghite flags flew in smo^Cke ^GIt was just before the ^Em7call to mass, the c^Cigarettes, the jo^Dkes ^CLove was a Sunday m^Dorning when yo^Gu and I would p^Cray ^GPress our hands t^Em7ogether the way we ^Cdid when you went ^Daway