Well, I guess I'll borrow my wife's banjo now and spell off my guitar fingers a while.
Gonna do Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms.
Five String Mountain Banjo.
Ain't gonna work on the railroad.
Ain't gonna work on the farm.
I'll lay around the shack till the mail train gets back.
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Mommy's a genie cake maker.
Sister can wave and spin.
Daddy's got an interest in that old cotton mill.
Just watch that old money rolling.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
I'm gonna lay around the shack till the mail train gets back.
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Never get a letter from my own true love.
She has quit writing to me.
She must think I don't love her like I used to.
Well, now ain't that a foolish idea.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back.
Then I'll 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's never no change in me.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
I'm gonna lay around the shack till the mail train gets back.
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Where were you last Friday night
when I was laying in jail
walking the streets with another man
and he wouldn't even go to my bed?
Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Lay in my sweet baby's arms.
I'll lay around the shack till the mail train gets back.
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
© BF-WATCH TV 2021