Well, I ain't gonna work on the railroad, I ain't gonna work on the farm.
I'll lay around this shack till the mail train comes back. And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Roll in my sweet baby's arms, Roll in my sweet baby's arms.
I'll lay around this shack until the mail train comes back.
And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love,
She done quit writing to me.
She must think I don't love her like I used to do, ain't that a foolish idea.

My moma was a beauty operator, sister could sew and could mend.
Poppa got an interest in an old cotton mill, just watchin' all that money roll in.

I know your parents don't like me, they push me away from your door.
If I had the time to do it over again, I would never go there anymore.

Now where were you last Friday evening, when I was lying in jail?
Walking the streets with another man at your feet. You wouldn't even post my bail.