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