Down on Bunker Hill, place I love to stay Down Bunker Hill, Lord, is place that I love to stay Where I can have a good time, stay always, every day And I looked at you, mama, and you looked all right to me Looked all right to me I'm just crazy 'bout your good looks as any poor man can be And the people on Bunker Hill love to hear me sing this song And the people on Bunker Hill love to hear me sing this song Says, "That Papa Frank Stokes, he sure can put it on" I'm gonna take me a letter, I may not read a line I see May not read a line I see Mama, that's all right, you sweet enough for me I'm gonna talk to you something, talk to you for myself Talk to you for myself If you don't treat me right, mama, you can't see nobody else