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 Well, you die where you stand Well, the Snake Mountain Blues They got me down low I could die in the morning Ain't no one would know When my woman come around My body she'd find Go down to Dundee And have her a time Well, my daddy, lord, he rides On a long holy train First winds of winter I'll see him again And it's farewell 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'd come around My body she'd find Go down to Dundee And have her a time Have her a time