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