I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back
And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
Never get a letter from my own true love
She has quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Well now ain't that a foolish idea
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
Mommy is a ginny cake baker
Sister can weave and spin
Daddy's got an interest in that old cotton mill
Just a-watch that old money roll in
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back
And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
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
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back
And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms