Lyric 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 diein 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
And then she comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with a thread
Well if I go down diein 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
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