| 歌曲 | Snake Mountain Blues |
| 歌手 | Townes Van Zandt |
| 专辑 | A Far Cry From Dead |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| 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 |