Stack O'Dollars Blues

Well it's too late to holler, baby, too late to weep and moan
 It's too late to holler, too late to weep and moan
 Too late to holler, great God, when that stack o' dollars done gone
 Well it's mama, mama, mama, what's that you got hidden in that grip
 Well it's mama, mama, mama, what's that you got there in that grip
 Said, "It's nothin' but a stack o'
 dollars, your babe gonna take a little trip"
 I'm sittin' on a stack o' dollars just as high as I am tall
 I'm sittin' on a stack o' dollars just as high as I am tall
 And if you be my little old baby, you sure can have them all
 Well it's baby, baby, I'll tell you what I will do
 Well it's baby, baby, I'll tell you what I will do
 I will give you a stack o' dollars
 just to make one more night with you
 You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
 You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
 Someday you're gonna want me, but your baby won't want you
 Now I'm going to sing this verse, babe, and I ain't gonna sing no more
 Going to sing this verse, babe, and I ain't gonna sing no more
 For that stack o' dollars is worryin' me, Lord, and I got to go