American traditional song, sometimes credited to Lester Flatt or Charlie Monroe who [bad word] arrangements.

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack till the mail [bad word] back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
[ fiddle ]
I ain't gonna work on the railroad I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'll lay around the shack till the mail [bad word] back
I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
[ banjo ]
Now where was you last Friday night while I was lyin' in jail
Walkin' the streets with another man you wouldn't even go my bail
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
[ fiddle ]
I know your parent don't like me they drove me away from your door
And my life's too bluer never to wearing more
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...
[ banjo ]
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms...