Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms - Chris Thile, Michael Daves

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

And 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

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms

I’m on to be the operator

Sister used to weave and spin

Dad’s got an interest in that old cotton mill

And watch all the money roll in

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

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms

I know your parents don’t like me

They drove me away from your door

If I had my life to live over again

I’d never show my face any more

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

I’m rolling in my sweet baby’s arms

Where was you last Friday night

When I was laying in jail?

Out walking the streets with another man

You 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

And 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

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms

Gonna lay around the shack

'Till the mail train comes back

And roll in my sweet baby’s arms