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Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
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
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
Mama was a beauty operator
Her sister could sew and spin
Papa owned an interest in that old cotton mill
Keepin' that old money rollin' in
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
Where were you last Saturday night
While I was lying in jail?
Walking the streets with some other man
You wouldn't even go my bail
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms