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 And then she comes down a 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, c'mon 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