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   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