Lord my hair's a-rising, my flesh begins to crawl

Aw my hair's a-rising, my flesh begin to crawl

I had a dream last night baby, another mule in my doggone stall



Now there's some people said the Big Bill blues ain't bad

Now some people said the Big Bill blues ain't bad

Lord it must not have been them Big Bill blues they had



Lord I wonder what's the matter, papa Bill can't get no mail

Lord wonder what's the matter now, papa Bill can't get no mail

Lord the post office must be on fire, the mailman must undoubtedly be in jail



I can't be a wagon, since you ain't gonna be a mule

Mmmm can't be a wagon mama, since you ain't gonna be a mule

I ain't gonna fix up your black tradition, I ain't gonna be your doggone fool