| Rollin' in My Sweet Baby's Arms |
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| I ain’t gonna work on the railroad |
| I ain’t gonna work on the farm |
| I’ll lay around the shack till the mail train comes |
| Back |
| I’m rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes |
| Back |
| I’m rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Now where was you last Friday night while I was lyin' |
| In jail |
| Walkin' the streets with another man you wouldn’t even |
| Go my bail |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms… |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes |
| Back |
| I’m rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Sister’s a beauty operator |
| Mamma can weave and can spin |
| Dad owns an interest in that old cotton mill |
| Ought to watch that old cotton rolls in Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
| Gonna lay around the shack till the mail train comes |
| Back |
| I’m rollin' in my sweet baby’s arms |
