Bricks In My Pillow (Alternate Take)

I got bricks in my pillow

And my head can't rest no more

I got bricks in my pillow, mama

And my head can't rest no more

Spiders crawling on my walls

Like snakes lying 'round on my floor

I got grounds in my coffee, mama

Big bull weavers in my meal

I got grounds in my coffee, mama

Big bull weavers in my meal

I got tacks in my shoes

Keep on sticking in my heel

I got mud in my water, mama

I got drugs all in my tea

I got mud in my water, mama

I got drugs all in my tea

I got bugs in my bed

And it keeps on biting me

Well, I feel like walking

And I feel like lying down

Well, I feel like walking, mama

And I feel like lying down

Well, I feel like drinking

But it ain't no liquor 'round

Don't you hear that bell a-ringing, mama?

Don't you hear that whistle blow?

Don't you hear that bell a-ringing, mama?

Don't you hear that whistle blow?

Well, I feel like leaving

But don't know no place to go