From a Buick Six

I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread, yeah
If I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

You know she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much
She walk like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch
She keeps my four-ten all loaded with lead, yeah
Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

Yeah!

[Instrumental]

Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
She give me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

Alright, get it on now!