Sam Baker - Pony

^FLove was a Mexican pon^Fy you and I would ride ^FFrom the desert in the ^Am7dark cross the ^Friver on the other si^Gde ^FBorder guards they ^Gwaved us through ?^F??Andele ninos” th^Fey cried ^FLove was a Mexican^Am7 pony y^Fou and I would ri^Am7de

^FLove was a porcelain angel in a church in M^Fexico ^FDressed in silk ^Am7painted tears we w^Forshipped what we did not k^Gnow ^FLove was a porcelain ^Gangel, it was the ^Fmoment we k^Fissed ^FIt was innocence, it was^Am7 grace, it was the s^Found of the serpent’^Gs hiss

^FLove was a Mexican ^Gpony that y^Fou and would ^Fride ^FFrom the desert in the ^Am7dark cross the r^Fiver to the other si^Gde

^FLove was a Sunday ^Gmorning when our w^Fhite flags flew in smo^Fke ^FIt was just before the ^Am7call to mass, the c^Figarettes, the jo^Gkes ^FLove was a Sunday m^Gorning when yo^Fu and I would p^Fray ^FPress our hands t^Am7ogether the way we ^Fdid when you went ^Gaway