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 dyin', 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 all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
Here she comes down the thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread

Well, if I go down dyin', 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 Bo Diddley, and she don't need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead

Well, if I go down dyin', you know
She's 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 dyin', you know
She's bound to put a blanket on my bed