Rollin' 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'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. I'm rollin' 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'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. I'm rollin' 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'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. I'm rollin' 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'll lay around the shack 'till the mail train comes back. Then, I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.

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Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Vocal

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