There's a freight train on the Bad Lands that carries my baby to me
Through the dark lands of Wyoming just Rockin' my baby to sleep
There's an ill wind blowing, there's a [bad word]  down in the east
And there's a King Snake coiled up in the arms of an old pine tree
The King Snake says to baby, "Don't you know that I'm a jealous man?
And I would never let you leave me to wrangle alone in the sand.
You were never meant for roses, you were meant to know the wisdom of the fang
Take these thirty silver kisses and live with me in these bad lands."
And then the King Snake purrs as he slithers up close to her breast.
She feels a tug on her earlobes and a tingle creepin' 'round in her neck.
He says that you can make believe that this is what the fates intend,
As thirty silver kisses go slidin' down the back of her neck.
On the Night of the King Snake, time hangs in the seemy gloom.
And I was hanging 'round the station, I was waitin' on the twelve-o-two.
Well, the brakeman finally told me: "Don't you know that you been made a fool?
She love them thirty silver kisses. She don't love you."
Well, do you know what it means to love a woman with the King Snake Blues?
You can love her like no other man, and lift her up when no one else would.
Well, bang your head against the wall, it really makes no difference what you do;
She love them thirty silver kisses, she don't love you.
She [bad word]  back to you.