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Текст (слова) песни: Kinky Friedman - Rollin in My Sweet Babys Arms
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I aint gonna work on the railroad
Aint gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay round the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet babys arms.
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet babys arms.
Where were you last friday night
While I was laying here in jail ?
You were walking the streets with another man,
Wouldnt even go my bail.
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet babys arms.
I aint gonna work on the railroad
I aint gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet babys arms.
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Roll in my sweet babys arms
Gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet babys
Roll in my sweet babys
Roll in my sweet babys arms.
Alright, kids, risin up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now,
Mary and larry you two ready together now, alright ?
Its a crazy little thing and we call it the cotton-eyed joe!
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