Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Lay around the shack 'til the mail comes back

And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna work on the railroad

I ain't gonna work on the farm

Lay down the shack 'til the mail train comes back

And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Now where were you last Friday night

While I was lying in jail

Walking the streets with another man

Wouldn't even go my bail

I know you parents don't like me

They drove me away from your door

If I had my life to live over

I'd never go there any more