Mr. ten dollar man. Let me tell you where you're bound. When you drink your green liquor. Lord, you'll roll to the ground. . But you come around here.
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother. Saying mother, I know that you'll grieve. But I've given my soul to St. John the gambler. Tomorrow comes time to leave.
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.
You're wakin' next to me. Tears splash across the sun. You whisper soft to me. That I ain't the only one. . To breathe your yellow hair. Caress your bosom fair.