Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms

Ain't gonna work on the railroad

Ain't gonna work on the farm,

Gonna lay 'round the track

Till the mail train comes back

Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Lay round this shack

Till the mail train gets back

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

Now where were you last Friday night

While I was layin' in the jail?

Were you walkin' the streets with another man?

You wouldn't even go my bail.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Lay round this shack

Till the mail train gets back

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

I know your parents don't like me

They turn me away from your door,

If I had my life to live over

Oh well, I'd never go back anymore.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms,

Lay round this shack

Till the mail train gets back

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

I'm gonna lay around this shack til the mail train comes back...

Rolling in my sweet baby's arms...