I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back And then 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 the shack till the mail train comes back And 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 Mommy is a ginny cake baker Sister can weave and spin Daddy's got an interest in that old cotton mill Just a-watch that old money roll in Roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms Where was you last Friday night While I was lyin' in jail Walkin' the streets with another man You wouldn't even go my bail Roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack till the mail train gets back And then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms