Оригинален текст
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
fiddle
I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'll lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
banjo
Now where was you last Friday night while I was lyin' in jail
Walkin' the streets with another man you wouldn't even go my bail
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
fiddle
I know your parent don't like me they drove me away from your door
And my life's too bluer never to wearing more
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
banjo
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...