| lyric | 1. Ain't gonna work on the railroad,
Ain’t gonna work onthe farm,
Lay ’round ths shack ’til the mail train comes back,
Then I’ll roll in my seet baby’s arms.
Chorus:
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms,
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms,
Lay ’round the shack ’til the mail train comes back,
Then I’ll roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
2. Can’t see what’s the matter with my own true love,
She done quit writing to me,
She must think I don’t love her like I used to,
Ain’t that a foolish idea.
3. Now where were you last Friday night,
While I was locked up in jail,
Walking the streets with another man,
Wouldn’t even try to go my bail.
4. Mama’s a ginger-cake baker,
Sister can weave and can spin,
Dad’s got an interest in that old cotton mill,
Just watch that old money roll in. |