Roll In My Sweet Baby
Bill Monroe and the Bluegrass Boys Lyrics


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Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack 'til the mail comes back
And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I ain't gonna work on the farm
Lay down the shack 'til the mail train comes back
And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Now where were you last Friday night
While I was lying in jail
Walking the streets with another man
Wouldn't even go my bail

I know you parents don't like me
They drove me away from your door




If I had my life to live over
I'd never go there any more

Overall Meaning

"Roll in my sweet baby's arms" is a beloved bluegrass song performed by Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys in 1945. The lyrics describe the singer's desire to be with his sweetheart and to avoid hard labor on the farm or the railroad. Rather, he would "lay around the shack" and wait until the mail train comes back, so he can spend more time with his baby. The song speaks to the pure, joyful love between the singer and his baby and the simple pleasures they can share together.


However, the song takes a dramatic turn in the third stanza, where the singer accuses his sweetheart of being unfaithful, as she had "walked the streets with another man" while he was in jail. This casts a shadow on the happy scenes that precede it, raising questions about the true nature of their love and the solidity of their relationship. The song ends on a melancholic note with the singer reflecting on the disapproval of his sweetheart's parents, wishing he had never met her family. Overall, the song is a mix of sweet, romantic sentiment and bitter, painful truths, commenting on the complexities of love and the challenges that can come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Be hugged tightly by my beloved partner.


Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Embrace each other affectionately.


Lay around the shack 'til the mail comes back
Stay at home until the mailman arrives.


And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
After the mail comes, we will hug each other tightly.


I ain't gonna work on the railroad
I will not be employed by the railroad company.


I ain't gonna work on the farm
I will not work on a farm.


Lay down the shack 'til the mail train comes back
Rest at home until the delivery train arrives.


And I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms
After the mail comes, we will hug each other tightly.


Now where were you last Friday night
Tell me where you were on Friday evening.


While I was lying in jail
When I was imprisoned.


Walking the streets with another man
Strolling along the streets with another man.


Wouldn't even go my bail
Refused to pay for me to be released from jail.


I know you parents don't like me
I am aware that your parents dislike me.


They drove me away from your door
Your parents told me to leave your house and not return.


If I had my life to live over
If I had another chance at life.


I'd never go there any more
I would avoid going to that place again.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BUCK OWENS

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