From a Buik - Bob Dylan
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 waters edge
And then 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 dying you know
She's bound to put a blanket on my bed
