Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack ’til the mail train 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 around the shack ’til the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Now where was you last Friday night
While I was lying in jail
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn’t even go my bail
I know your 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
[1] Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s [5] arms
[1] Lay around the [17] shack ’til the [4] mail train comes back
And [1] roll in my [5] sweet baby’s [1] arms
I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
I ain’t gonna work on the farm
Lay around the shack ’til the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Now where was you last Friday night
While I was lying in jail
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn’t even go my bail
I know your 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
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