Mr. Ten Dollar man

Let me tell where you're bound

Drink your green liqour, Lord

You'll roll to the ground But you come around here

With your money in your hand

Taste of my woman

Where you die, where you stand? Well, Snake Mountain blues

They got me down low

I could die in the morning

But no one would know When 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

'Fore 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 Love of black-skinned woman

She won't do you no wrong

Slow to start moanin'

She don't moan for long A yellow-headed woman

Brings nothin' but pain

Take all you give her

Well, she leaves only shame Oh, 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 callin'

Callin' me home Well a Snake Mountain blues

Got me down low

I could die in the mornin'

And no one would know Oh, my woman come around

My body she'd find

Go down to Dundee

Have her a time