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Ain't going to work on the railroad,
Ain't going to work on the farm,
Lay around the shack til the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
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Roll in my sweet baby's arms,
Roll in my sweet baby's arms,
Lay around the shack til the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.
Can't see what's the matter with my own true love,
She's done quit writing to me;
She must think I don't love her like I used to,
Ain't that a foolish idea.
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Sometimes there's a change in the ocean,
Sometimes there's a change in the sea,
Sometimes there's a change in my own true love,
But there's never a change in me.
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Mama's a ginger cake baker,
Sister can weave and can spin,
Dad's got an interest in that old cotton mill,
Just watch that old money roll in.
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They tell me that your parents don't like me,
They have drove me away from your door,
If I had all my time to do over,
I would never go there anymore.
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