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