Well i'm goin' away to leave
Won't be back no more
Goin' back down south, child
Don't you want to go?
Woman i'm troubled, i be all worried in mind
You know baby i just can't be satisfied
But i just can't keep from tryin'

Well i feel like snappin'
Pistol in your face
I'm gonna let some graveyard
Lord be your resting place
Woman i'm troubled, i be all worried in mind
You know baby i can never be satisfied
But i just can't keep from tryin'

Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale

Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
I got a woman and she so tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale

Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale
A monkey and a baboon playin in the grass
Monkey got his finger in the baboon's
Hot tamales and they're red hot, lord she got'em for sale