paroles de chanson Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms (The Apollo 16 Program) - Buck Owens

We got Ronnie over here, on the, on the bands here
And eh, he calls it a banjo now, he comes from Kentucky
Folks, if you can see him, he weighs about 88 pounds, soaking wet with all his clothes on
He drink of red weasle or Las Vegas the other day and he drink a red soda pop
And he′s standing out by the, by the uh, by the swimming pool
A guy walked up to him ask him, how hot it was, you know he looked like a red thermometer
That's how thin he is folks, he, he′s something else
Hey, here's a, here's a, here′s a little, here′s a little song you might enjoy
Well, I really enjoy doing these kinda songs and everybody's gonna join in
And we′re gonna do one call, roll in my sweet baby's arms
I′m gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby′s arms
Well, I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
I′m gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby′s arms (well, now)
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms (yeah, now)
Rolling in my sweet baby′s arms
I gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
And roll in my sweet baby's arms
Here′s Ronnie
Yeah, get it boy
Ah, take it Ronnie boy
Well, now where were you last Saturday night?
While I was laying in jail
You's walking the streets with another man
Wouldn′t even go my bail
Well, I'm rolling in my sweet baby's arms (yeah, now)
I′m rolling in my sweet baby′s arms
I gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Here′s Don
Yee-haw
Well, now mama's a beauty operator
And sister can wheel and can spin
And daddy owns an interest in an old cotton gin
Watch that ol′ money roll in
Well, I'm rolling in my sweet baby′s arms (yeah, now)
Rolling in my sweet baby's arms
I'm gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
I′ll roll in my sweet baby′s arms
I'm gonna lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
I′ll roll in my sweet baby's arms