Bricks in My Pillow - Robert Nighthawk

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 crawlin' on my walls

Black snakes lyin' around on my floor

I’ve got mud in my water mama

Big boll weevils in my meal

I’ve got mud in my water mama

Big boll weevils in my meal

I’ve got tacks in my shoes

Keep on stickin' me in the heel

I’ve got tacks in my shoes

Keep on stickin' me in the heel

I’ve got mud in my water

I’ve got drugs all in my tea

I’ve got mud in my water

I’ve got drugs all in my tea

I’ve got bugs in my beer

And they keep on biting me

Well, I feel like walkin'

And I feel like lyin' down

Well, I feel like walkin' mama

And I feel like lyin' down

Well, I feel like drinkin'

But there ain’t no liquor 'round

Don’t you hear that bell ringin' mama?

Don’t you hear that whistle blow?

Don’t you hear that bell ringin' mama?

Don’t you hear that whistle blow?

Well, I feel like leavin'

But don’t know no place to go