Roll in My
Sweet Baby's Arms
Written by Buck Owens
Recorded by Frank McKinnon
LYRICS
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. Hey, I'll lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back, and I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Well, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back. Then, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Now, where were you last Saturday night, while I was a lyin' in jail? You were walkin' the streets with another man. You wouldn't even go my bail.
Well, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back. Then, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Now, her mama is a beauty operator. Her sister can weave and can spin. Her daddy owns interest in the old cotton gin. He 's watchin' that money rollin' in.
Well, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms. I'll lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back. Then, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
I said, I will lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back. Then, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
MP3 Copy of Studio Recording
Recorded in 2025
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[MP3 Copy of Studio Recording]
Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Bass Guitar
Vocal
