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