Текст песни Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms (Live) - Bill Monroe

Now we got a number comin' up here
That's got a good title
Roll in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna walk on the railroad
Well, I ain't gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

I gonna let this come back up here sometime

Now where were you last Friday night?
While I was found out in jail
You walk on the streets with Bill Monroe
You don't even got my bail

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll 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 here
I'd never go there any more

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms