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 Dundee and have her a time
Well my Daddy, Lord, he rides on a long holy train
The first winds of winter, I'll see him again
And it's fare well to this 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 to Dundee and have her a time
Have her a time
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 Dundee and have her a time
Well my Daddy, Lord, he rides on a long holy train
The first winds of winter, I'll see him again
And it's fare well to this 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 to Dundee and have her a time
Have her a time
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