(traditional)      I ain't gonna work on the railroad   Ain't gonna work on the farm   Gonna lay round the shack   Till the mail train comes back   Roll in my sweet baby's arms.      Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Lay around the shack   Till the mail train comes back   Roll in my sweet baby's arms.      Where were you last friday night   While I was laying here in jail ?    You were walking the streets with another man,   Wouldn't even go my bail.      Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Gonna lay around the shack   Till the mail train comes back   Roll in my sweet baby's arms.      I ain't gonna work on the railroad   I ain't gonna work on the farm   Gonna lay around the shack   Till the mail train comes back   Roll in my sweet baby's arms.      Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Roll in my sweet baby's arms   Gonna lay around the shack   Till the mail train comes back   Roll in my sweet baby's      Roll in my sweet baby's   Roll in my sweet baby's arms.      Alright, kids, risin' up the bow, ready for twin fiddles now,   Mary and larry you two ready together now, alright ?    It's a crazy little thing and we call it the cotton-eyed joe!