From a Buick 6 (Take 4)

I got graveyard woman, you know they Keep my kids But my soulful mama, you know She keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she Also, gives me bread Well, if I go down dyin', you know She's bound to put a blanket on my bed Well, when the pipeline gets lost in on by the river bridge And I'm all cracked up by the water's edge She comes runnin' down the thruway With her Dynamite and her thread Well, if I go down dyin', you know She's 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 Loaded under with the lead Well, if I go down dyin', you know She bound to put a blanket on my bed Well, I don't need a steam shovel, to Keep away the dead I need a dump truck, mama, to Unload my head She brings me everything I want Besides, like I said Well, if I go down dyin', you know She bound to put a blanket on my bed