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I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
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Ain’t gonna work on the farm
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Gonna lay round the shack
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Till the mail train comes back
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Lay around the shack
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Till the mail train comes back
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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Where were you last Friday night
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While I was laying here in jail ?
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You were walking the streets with another man,
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Wouldn’t even go my bail.
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Gonna lay around the shack
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Till the mail train comes back
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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I ain’t gonna work on the railroad
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I ain’t gonna work on the farm
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Gonna lay around the shack
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Till the mail train comes back
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Gonna lay around the shack
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Till the mail train comes back
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Roll in my sweet baby’s
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Roll in my sweet baby’s
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Roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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Alright, kids, risin’ up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now,
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Mary and Larry you two ready together now, alright ?
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It’s a crazy little thing and we call it the Cotton-Eyed Joe!
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Rollin' In My Sweet Baby's Arms
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| Kinky Friedman |
