Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

A

I ain’t gonna work on the railroad

E

Ain’t gonna work on the farm

A

LayA round the shack

D

Till the mail train comes back

E     A

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms


Roll in my sweet baby’s arms

Roll in my sweet baby’s arms

Lay round the shack

Till the mail train comes back

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms


Now where were you last Friday night

While I was lyin’ in jail

Walking the streets with another man

Wouldn’t even go my bail


Chorus


I know your parents don’t like me

They turn me away from your door

Had my life to live over

Wouldn’t go there any more


Chorus