Текст (слова) песни: Kinky Friedman - Rollin` In My Sweet Baby`s Arms
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I ain`t gonna work on the railroad Ain`t gonna work on the farm Gonna lay round the shack Till the mail train comes back 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 Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Where were you last Friday night While I was laying here in jail ? You were walking the streets with another man, Wouldn`t even go my bail.
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms Roll in my sweet baby`s arms Gonna lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
I ain`t gonna work on the railroad I ain`t gonna work on the farm Gonna lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms Roll in my sweet baby`s arms Gonna lay around the shack Till the mail train comes back Roll in my sweet baby`s
Roll in my sweet baby`s Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Alright, kids, risin` up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now, Mary and Larry you two ready together now, alright ? It`s a crazy little thing and we call it the Cotton-Eyed Joe!
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