Bricks in My Pillow

I've got bricks in my pillow

And my head can't rest no more

I've got bricks in my pillow, mama

And my head can't rest no more

Spiders crawling on my wall

Black snakes lying 'round on my floor

I've got mud in my water

I've got drugs all in my tea

I've got mud in my water, mama

I've got drugs all in my tea

I've got bugs in my bed

And they keeps on biting me

I've got grounds in my coffee

Big boll weevils in my meal

I've got grounds in my coffee, mama

Big boll weevils in my meal

I've got tacks in my shoes

Keeps on sticking in my heels

I've got holes in my pockets

Great big patches on my pants

I've got holes in my pockets, mama

Great big patches on my pants

I'm behind with my house rent

Still they want it in advance

Well, I feel like walking

And I feel like lying down

Yes, I feel like walking, mama

And I feel like lying down

Well, I feel like drinking

But it ain't no whiskey around

When you hear that bell ringing

And you hear that whistle blow

Hear that bell ringing, mama

And you hear that whistle blow

Well, I feel like leaving

But I don't know where to go