Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

Ain't gone work on the railroad

Ain't gonna work on the farm

Gonna lay around the shack till the mail train gets back

I'm gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where is my pocketbook and money

And the gold watch and chain that I wore?

Police have taken them from me

And I don't expect to see them anymore

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where were you last Friday night

While I was locked up in jail?

Walkin' the streets with another man

Oh, you wouldn't even know my bail

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Sometimes I live in the country (Way up there in Canada, right?)

Sometimes I live in the town

And sometimes I have a great notion

To jump in the river and drown

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Can't see what the matter is with my own true love

She does quit writing to me

Oh, she must think I don't love her like I used to

Ain't that a foolish idea?

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

Mama's a beauty operator

Sister can weave and can spin

Daddy's got an interest in that old cotton mill

And watch that old money roll in

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Gonna lay around the shack until the mail train gets back

Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms