I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids
But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
Shes a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well, if I go down dyin, you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well, when the pipeline gets broken and Im lost on the river bridge
Im all cracked up on the highway and in the waters edge
And then she comes down a thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread
Well, if I go down dyin, you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well, she dont make me nervous, she dont talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she dont need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well, if I go down dyin, you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed, cmon
Well, you 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, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin, you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed