Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms
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| G | D |
| Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| G | C |
Gonna | lay 'round this shack till the | mail train comes back, |
| D | G |
And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
| G | D |
I | ain't gonna work on the railroad, Ain't gonna work on the | farm. |
| G | C |
Gonna | lay 'round this shack 'til the | mail train comes back |
| D | G |
And | roll in my sweet baby's | arms! |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Where were you last Friday night - While I was lying in jail? | |
Walking the street with another man, Wouldn't even go my bail! | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
I know your parents don't like me - They turn me away from your door. | |
If I had my life to live over - I wouldn't go there no more! | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Mama was a beauty operator, Sister could weave and spin. | |
Daddy's got an interest in an old cotton mill - Watch that money roll in. | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Sometimes there's a change in the ocean, Sometimes there's a change in the sea. | |
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love - But there'll never be a change in me. | |
Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
Gonna lay 'round this shack till the mail train comes back, | |
And roll in my sweet baby's arms! | |
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