Lyrics:

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