Ain't gonna work on the railroad Ain't gonna work on a farm Lay around the shack 'Til that mail train comes back An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms Lay around my shack 'Til that mail train comes back Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms Katie was mildly in my hotel lot She dumped with riding to me She must think I don't love her like I used to Ain't that a foolish idea? Sometimes there's change in the ocean Sometimes there's change in the sea Sometimes there change in my hotel lot But there's never no change in me My mama was a beauty operator Sister can weave and can spin Dad owns an interest in an old cotton nill And watch that old money roll in They tell me her parents do not like me They have drove me away from the door If I had all my time to go over I would never go back any more Where were you last Friday night When I was lying in gaol? Walking the streets with another man Wouldn't even go my bail