Oh Lord I've never been to Kentucky Lord, I've never been to Tennessee But Lord, I'd ride to hell and back If I knew that he were with me.
I know the words of Elijah And I know all the hymns and the psalms But, I'd re-write that whole damn book Just let me roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Gonna lay around the shack, 'til the mail train gets back and roll in my sweet baby's arms
I don't see no ring on no finger And I don't hear no wedding bells And if these pants fall down before the sun comes up The Lord will send me straight to hell. Here we go again:
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Gonna lay around the shack, 'til the mail train gets back and roll in my sweet baby's arms
My papa, he taught me 'bout the birds And momma, she taught me 'bout those bees And when the sun go down and the lights go out You will find me on my knees, just
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms. Gonna lay around the shack, 'til the mail train gets back and roll in my sweet baby's arms