In the dying, dying wind    Hear the Black Snake sing the blues    In the dying, dying wind    Hear the Black Snake sing the blues    All the saints will fall into sin    And there's nothing you can do       If the devil gives no pardon    Is my waiting all in vain    If the devil gives no pardon    Is my waiting all in vain    If the Black Snake takes my soul    Does the story stay the same?      Could you please bathe me down in the river   And please try to save my soul    Could you bathe me down in the river    And please try to save my soul    Is that Black Snake takes my soul    Do you feel the river running cold       Save me please, St. Peter    Keep me from the fire    Walk me into heaven    And let me hear the choir       Because I've cried my tears sweet Jesus    And I've fallen into shame    I have cried my tears, sweet Jesus    And I've fallen into shame    Now the Black Snake has my soul    And the story stays the same