Roll in My Sweet Baby's Arms

Take 1. There's a take 2 coming up tomorrow. Different location, a story about my Grandpa, the whole shebang. You'll probably prefer it, but I thought this one was a little charming in its scatteredness.

Authorship: Traditional American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.149
Chords: G - / - D7 / G C / D7 G

Ain't going to work on the railroad
Ain't going to work on the farm
I'll just lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Chorus:
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Roll in my sweet baby's arms
-Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
-Then I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Where was you last Friday night
While I was locked in jail?
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

Some other verses I didn't sing (there are lots):

Can't see what's the matter with my own true love
She done quit writing to me
She must think I don't love her like I used to
Ain't that a foolish idea?

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 no change in me

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

They tell me that your parents do not like me
They have drove me away from your door
If I had all my time to do over
I would never go there any more