| Ain’t gonna work on the railroad
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| Ain’t gonna work on the farm
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| Gonna lay 'round the track till the mail train comes back
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| Then I’ll roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Cho: Roll in my swwet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Lay round this shack till the mail train gets back
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Now where were you last Friday night
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| While I was layin' in the jail?
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| Were you walkin' the streets with another man?
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| You wouldn’t even go my bail
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| I know your parents don’t like me
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| They turn me away from your door
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| If I had my life to live over
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| Oh well, I’d never go back anymore |