I got this graveyard woman, ya' know
She keeps my kids
But my soulful mama, ya' know
She keeps me hid
She's a junkyard angel, and she
Always gives me bread
Well, if I go down dyin', ya' know
She bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well, when the pipeline gets broken
And I'm lost on the river bridge
I'm all cracked up on the highway
And in the water's edge
Here again she comes, down the thruway
Ready to sew me up with her thread
Well, if I go down dyin', ya' know
She bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well, she don't make me nervous
She don't talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley
And she don't need no crutch
She keeps this .410
All loaded with lead
Well, if I go down dyin', ya' know
She bound to put a blanket on my bed
Come on!
Well, ya' know
I need a steam shovel, mama
To keep away the dead
I need a dump truck, baby
To unload my head
She brings me everything and more
And just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin', ya' know
She bound to put a blanket on my bed