Mr. Ten Dollar man, let me tell where you're bound Drink your green liquor, Lord, you'll roll to the ground But you come around here, with your money in your hand Taste of my woman, you die where you stand
Chorus: Snake Mountain blues, they got me down low I could die in the morning but no one would know My woman come 'round, my body she'd find Go down to Dundee - have her a time
Snake Mountain's gonna crumble, Lord, and fall from the sky before that woman of mine stops tellin' her lies If I'd die Lord she'd weep, she'd weep and she'd mourn Soon as I's buried... Forget I'd been born
Well a black-skinned woman, she won't do you no wrong Slow to start moanin' - she don't moan for long Oh, a yellow-headed woman brings you nothin' but pain Take all you give her... she leaves only shame
My Daddy, Lord he rides on a long holy train First winds of winter I'll see him again It's farewell to this yellow-headed misery I've known Snake Mountain's calling... Callin' me home
Chorus: Snake Mountain blues, they got me down low I could die in the morning but no one would know My woman come 'round, my body she'd find Go down to Dundee - have her a time