I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
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 bound to put a blanket on my bed.

Well, when the pipeline gets broken and I´m lost on the river bridge
I´m cracked up on the highway and on the water´s edge
She comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with thread
Well, if I go down dyin´, you know she 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 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 mama to unload my head
She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin´, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.