Townes van Zandt - Snake mountain blues

M^Emr. Ten Dollar man, let me t^Amell where you're bound Drink your green liquor, Lord, you'll ^Emroll to the ground B^Emut you come around here, with you^Amr money in your hand Am7 Dm Em Am em Taste of my woman, you die where you stand

S^Amnake Mountain blues, they g^Emot me down low I could d^Amie in the morning but no^Em one would know My wo^Emman come 'round, my b^Amody she'd find Go down to ^DmDundee - have her a ^Amtime

Snake Mountain's gonna^Em crumble, Lord, and ^Amfall from the sky before that woman of mine stops t^Emellin' her lies If I'd d^Emie Lord she'd weep, she'd weep and she'd mo^Amurn Soon as I's buried... Forget I'd been b^Emorn ^{Am Em}

Well a ^Emblack-skinned woman, she won't d^Amo you no wrong Slow to start moanin' - she d^Emon't moan for long Oh, a ye^Emllow-headed woman brings you n^Amothin' but pain Take all you give her... she l^Emeaves only shame ^{Am Em}

My ^EmDaddy, Lord he rides on a ^Amlong holy train First winds of winter I'll s^Emee him again It's ^Emfarewell to this yellow-headed m^Amisery I've known Snake Mountain's calling... Callin' me ^Emhome ^{Am Em}

S^Amnake Mountain blues, they g^Emot me down low I could d^Amie in the morning but no^Em one would know My wo^Emman come 'round, my b^Amody she'd find Go down to ^DmDundee - have her a ^Amtime