I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
But my souIfuI mama, you know she keeps me hid
She ’s a junkyard angeI and she aIways gives me bred
WeII, if I go down dyin ’ you know she bound to put a bIanket on my bed.
WeII, when the pipeIine gets broken and I ’m Iost 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
WeII, if I go down dyin ’ you know she bound to put a bIanket on my bed.
WeII, she don ’t make me nervous, she don ’t taIk too much
She waIks Iike Bo DiddIey and she don ’t need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten aII Ioaded with Iead
WeII, if I go down dyin ’ you know she bound to put a bIanket on my bed.
WeII, you know I need a steam shoveI mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck baby to unIoad my head
She brings me everything and more, and just Iike I said
WeII, if I go down dyin ’ you know she bound to put a bIanket on my bed.