From a Buick 6

I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids

But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid

She's a junkyard angel, and she always gives me bread

Well, if I go down dying, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

Well, when the pipeline gets broken, and I'm lost on the river bridge

I'm all cracked up on the highway and on the water's edge

Here again she comes down the throughway

Ready to sew me up a-with a thread

Well, if I go down dying, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

Well, she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much

She walks like Bo Diddley, and she don't need no crutch

She keeps this .410

All loaded with lead

Well, if I go down dying, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed

Come on!

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 dying, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed