Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms
Roll in my sweet baby's armsRoll in my sweet baby's armsLay around the shack 'til the mail comes backAnd I'll roll in my sweet baby's armsI ain't gonna work on the railroadI ain't gonna work on the farmLay down the shack 'til the mail train comes backAnd I'll roll in my sweet baby's armsNow where were you last Friday nightWhile I was lying in jailWalking the streets with another manWouldn't even go my bailI know you parents don't like meThey drove me away from your doorIf I had my life to live overI'd never go there any more
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