| I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
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| But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
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| She’s a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
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| Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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| Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I’m lost on the river bridge
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| I’m cracked up on the highway and on the water’s edge
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| She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread
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| Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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| Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much
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| She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
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| She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
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| Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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| Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
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| I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
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| She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
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| Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed. |