From a Buick 6  - Bob Dylan


    I got this graveyard woman, ya know she keeps my kids
    But my soulful mama, y know she keeps me hid
    She's a junkyard angel and she always brings me bread
    Well if I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

    Well when the pipeline gets broken and uh lost on the river bridge
    I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
    Look it she comes down the throughway ready to sew me up with thread
    Well if I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

    Well she don't make me nervous, she don't talk to much
    She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch
    She keeps this 4-10 all loaded with lead
    Well if I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

    Come on ...

    Well ya know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
    I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
    She brings me everything and more, ain't it just like I said
    Well if I go down dyin' you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed
      


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