Roll In My Sweet Baby’s Arms is one of my favorite songs to sing and play – and I hope you can get into it too. The Monroe Brothers first recorded it in the 1930’s. In all likelihood it’s a traditional one. Supposedly, it was written by Charlie Monroe, Bill’s brother. Flatt and Scruggs, Ricky Skaggs, Buck Owens and many others have recorded it. Click to hear Bumba and Maybank’s give it a shot, recorded earlier this week. Below are the lyrics with some commentary for the uninitiated.
Lyrics: Ain’t gonna work for the railroad. Ain’t gonna work on the farm. Gonna lay around the shack ’til the mail train comes back. Gonna roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
Commentary: Sounds like a respectable life style to me. Admittedly, this is not an overly ambitious set of goals. Not very high on morals or altruism. Sounds just right to me.
Lyrics: Where were you last Friday night when I was up in jail? You were walking the streets with another man and you wouldn’t even go my bail.
Commentary: Harsh reality sets in. Just kinda hits you. Sets ya on edge a bit. A dramatic twist of lemon, you might say. And now that we’re on the topic, I’ll take a nice twist of lemon with my next drink. Oh? You say lemon doesn’t go well with Thunderbird wine? Well, never mind.
Lyrics: Her Mommy is a ginny bread maker. Sister can weave and spin. Her Daddy’s got an interest in that old cotton mill. We just watch the old cotton roll in.
Commentary: Again, not overly ambitious. However, this is a situation most guys would be quite comfortabe with. I suppose this is a “guys” song, although I’m sure that many women could also appreciate layin’ around the shack til’ the mail train gets back.
Lyrics: Ain’t gonna work for the railroad. Ain’t gonna work on the farm. Gonna lay around the shack ’til the mail train comes back. Gonna roll in my sweet baby’s arms.
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