| I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
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| I ain’t gonna work on the farm
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| I’m on to be the operator
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| Sister used to weave and spin
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| Dad’s got an interest in that old cotton mill
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| And watch all the money roll in
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| I know your parents don’t like me
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| They drove me away from your door
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| If I had my life to live over again
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| I’d never show my face any more
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| I’m rolling in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Where was you last Friday night
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| When I was laying in jail?
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| Out walking the streets with another man
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| You wouldn’t even go my bail
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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| Gonna lay around the shack
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| 'Till the mail train comes back
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| And roll in my sweet baby’s arms |