Roll in my sweet baby's arms Roll in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack 'til the mail comes back And roll in my sweet baby's arms I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm Lay down the shack 'til the mail train come back And roll in my sweet baby's srms Now where were you last friday's night While i was lying in jail Walking the street another man Would even go my bail I know you parents don't like me They drove me away from your door If i had my life to live over I'd never go there any more