(Traditional)
I ain`t gonna work on the railroad
Ain`t gonna work on the farm
Gonna lay round the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail train comes back
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Where were you last Friday night
While I was laying here in jail ?
You were walking the streets with another man,
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
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
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
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
Roll in my sweet baby`s
Roll in my sweet baby`s
Roll in my sweet baby`s arms.
Alright, kids, risin` up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now,
Mary and Larry you two ready together now, alright ?
It`s a crazy little thing and we call it the Cotton-Eyed Joe!