Текст песни Kinky Friedman - Rollin in My Sweet Babys Arms
Kinky Friedman - Rollin in My Sweet Babys Arms слова песни
(traditional)I aint gonna work on the railroadAint gonna work on the farmGonna lay round the shackTill the mail train comes backRoll in my sweet babys arms.Roll in my sweet babys armsRoll in my sweet babys armsLay around the shackTill the mail train comes backRoll in my sweet babys arms.Where were you last friday nightWhile I was laying here in jail ? You were walking the streets with another man,Wouldnt even go my bail.Roll in my sweet babys armsRoll in my sweet babys armsGonna lay around the shackTill the mail train comes backRoll in my sweet babys arms.I aint gonna work on the railroadI aint gonna work on the farmGonna lay around the shackTill the mail train comes backRoll in my sweet babys arms.Roll in my sweet babys armsRoll in my sweet babys armsGonna lay around the shackTill the mail train comes backRoll in my sweet babysRoll in my sweet babysRoll 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!