by Townes Van Zandt
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
well, you die where you stand
Snake mountain blues
got me down low
I could die in the morning
but noone would know
when my woman come around
my body she'd find
go down to Dundee
have her a time
Snake mountain gonna crumble
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
Love of blackskin woman
she won't do you no wrong
slow to start moaning
she don't moan for long
yellow headed woman
brings nothing 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 see him again
In this farewell to this
yellow headed misery I've known
Snake mountain's calling
calling me home
Snake mountain blues
got me down low
I could die in the morning
but noone would know
when my woman come around
my body she'd find
go down to Dundee
have her a time
