I got this graveyard womanyou know she keeps my kid
But my soulful mamayou know she keeps me hid
She s a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Wellif I go down dyin you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Wellwhen the pipeline gets broken and I m lost on the river bridge
I m cracked up on the highway and on the water s edge
She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread
Wellif I go down dyin you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Wellshe don t make me nervousshe don t talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don t need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Wellif I go down dyin you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Wellyou know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
She brings me everything and moreand just like I said
Wellif I go down dyin you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
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