From a buick 6

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  I got this graveyard woman you know she keeps my kid

  But my soulful mamma you know she keeps me hid
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  She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
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  Well if I   go down dying, you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed



well, when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge
I'm cracked up on the highway and on the water's edge
she comes down the truway ready to sew me up with thread
well, if I go down dying, you know she's 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 four-ten all loaded with lead
well, if I go down dying, you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed

well, you know I need a steam shovel mamma to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mamma to unload my head
she brings me everything and more, and just like I said
well, if I go down dying, you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
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m.vuijst