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I ain't gonna work on the railroad,
I ain't gonna work on the farm,
Lay around the shack 'til the mail train comes back,
And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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My mother's a cheesecake maker,
My sister can sew and she can spin,
My daddy's got an interest in an old cotton mill,
(My brother's got an interest selling little blue pills),
And I just watch the money roll in.
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