Mr. Ten Dollar Man Let me tell where you’re bound Drink your green liquor Lord, you roll to the ground Well you come around here With your money in your hand Tasting my woman Well you die where you stand
Well the Snake Mountain blues Got me down low I could die in the morning Ain’t no one would know Well my woman she come around My body she’d find Go down in ‘Dee And have her a time
Well my daddy Lord he rides On a long holy train The first winds of winter I see him again And it’s fare well And it’s yellow-headed misery I’ve known Snake Mountain’s calling, calling me home
Well the Snake Mountain blues Got me down low And I could die in the morning Ain’t no one would know Well my woman she come around My body she’d find Go down in Dundee And have her a time Have her a time