Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms

I'm gonna lay around this shack,

Until the mail train comes back.

And roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Well, I ain't gonna work for the railroad.

I ain't gonna work on no farm.

I'm gonna lay around that track until the mail train comes back,

And roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

I'm gonna lay around that track until the mail train comes back,

And roll in my sweet baby's arms.

My mama was a beauty operator.

My sister could weave and could spin.

My daddy owned some shares in that old cotton mill,

Watched that old money roll in.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

I'm gonna lay around that track until the mail train comes back,

And roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Where were you last Saturday night,

While I was laying in jail?

You were walking down the street with some other dude,

And wouldn't even throw my bail.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms.

I'm gonna lay around that track until the mail train comes back,

And roll in my sweet baby's arms.