Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack 'til the mail comes back
And roll in my sweet baby's arms
I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
Lay down the shack 'til the mail train come back
And roll in my sweet baby's srms
Now where were you last friday's night
While i was lying in jail
Walking the street another man
Would even go my bail
I know you parents don't like me
They drove me away from your door
If i had my life to live over
I'd never go there any more
