I've got
graveyard women,
you know they keep the kids
But my soulful mommy,
you know she keeps me hid
She's a junkyard angel
and she also gives me bread
Well, if I go down dying,
you know she's bound to put
a blanket on my bed
Well, when a pipeline gets lost,
you know, by the river bridge
And I'm all cracked up by
the water's edge
She comes runnin' down the thruway
With her kind of mate and her friend
Well, if I go down down, you know
She's bound to put a
blanket on my bed
Well, she don't make me nervous
She don't talk too much
She walks like old Diddley
And she don't need no crutch
She keeps the Motel
loaded under with the lead
Well, if I go down dying,
you know she's bound to put a
blanket on my bed
Well, I don't need a steam shovel
to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck
and momma to unload my head
She brings me everything I want,
besides, like I said
Well, if I go downtown,
you know
she's bound to put a blanket on
my bed