Well it's too late to holler, baby, too late to weep and moan
It's too late to holler, too late to weep and moan
Too late to holler, great God, when that stack o' dollars done gone
Well it's mama, mama, mama, what's that you got hidden in that grip
Well it's mama, mama, mama, what's that you got there in that grip
Said, "It's nothin' but a stack o'
Dollars, your babe gonna take a little trip"
I'm sittin' on a stack o' dollars just as high as I am tall
I'm sittin' on a stack o' dollars just as high as I am tall
And if you be my little old baby, you sure can have them all
Well it's baby, baby, I'll tell you what I will do
Well it's baby, baby, I'll tell you what I will do
I will give you a stack o' dollars
Just to make one more night with you
You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
You can mistreat me, baby, do anything you want to do
Someday you're gonna want me, but your baby won't want you
Now I'm going to sing this verse, babe, and I ain't gonna sing no more
Going to sing this verse, babe, and I ain't gonna sing no more
For that stack o' dollars is worryin' me, Lord, and I got to go
