Lyrics Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms - Chris Thile, Michael Daves

Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
I ain’t gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
I’m on to be the operator
Sister used to weave and spin
Dad’s got an interest in that old cotton mill
And watch all the money roll in
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
I know your parents don’t like me
They drove me away from your door
If I had my life to live over again
I’d never show my face any more
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
I’m rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
Where was you last Friday night
When I was laying in jail?
Out walking the streets with another man
You wouldn’t even go my bail
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Gonna lay around the shack
'Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms