My heart is heavy as lead
Because the blues has spread
I got these rocks in my bed

Of all the people I see
Why do they pick on poor me?
And put rocks in my bed

All night long I weep
So why must I sleep
With these rocks in my bed?

That man of mine, he's gone
And he won't come back
That man of mine, he's gone
And he won't come back
That man is lower than a snake in a wagon track

I got rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed
Rocks in my bed
I got rocks in my bed

Under-loved, over-fed
So my man's gone, so instead
I got rocks in my bed