From a Buick 6 - Take 4

I got graveyard woman, you know they
 Keep my kids
 But my soulful mama, you know
 She keeps me hid
 She's a junkyard angel and she
 Also, 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 lost in on by the river bridge
 And I'm all cracked up by the water's edge
 She comes runnin' down the thruway
 With her Dynamite and her 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 .410
 Loaded under with the lead
 Well, if I go down dyin', you know
 She bound to put a blanket on my bed
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 Well, I don't need a steam shovel, to
 Keep away the dead
 I need a dump truck, mama, to
 Unload my head
 She brings me everything I want
 Besides, like I said
 Well, if I go down dyin', you know
 She bound to put a blanket on my bed