Rollin in My Sweet Babys Arms — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)

(traditional)



I aint gonna work on the railroad

Aint gonna work on the farm

Gonna lay round the shack

Till the mail train comes back

Roll in my sweet babys arms.



Roll in my sweet babys arms

Roll in my sweet babys arms

Lay around the shack

Till the mail train comes back

Roll in my sweet babys arms.



Where were you last friday night

While I was laying here in jail ?

You were walking the streets with another man,

Wouldnt even go my bail.



Roll in my sweet babys arms

Roll in my sweet babys arms

Gonna lay around the shack

Till the mail train comes back

Roll in my sweet babys arms.



I aint gonna work on the railroad

I aint gonna work on the farm

Gonna lay around the shack

Till the mail train comes back

Roll in my sweet babys arms.



Roll in my sweet babys arms

Roll in my sweet babys arms

Gonna lay around the shack

Till the mail train comes back

Roll in my sweet babys



Roll in my sweet babys

Roll in my sweet babys arms.



Alright, kids, risin up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now,

Mary and larry you two ready together now, alright ?

Its a crazy little thing and we call it the cotton-eyed joe!