Columbia Records Pressing Plant (Pitman, NJ) - From A Buick 6 lyrics

I got this graveyard woman, ya' know She keeps my kids But my soulful mama, ya' know She keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel, and she Always gives me bread Well, if I go down dyin', ya' 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 all cracked up on the highway And in the water's edge Here again she comes, down the thruway Ready to sew me up with her thread Well, if I go down dyin', ya' 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 .410 All loaded with lead Well, if I go down dyin', ya' know She bound to put a blanket on my bed Come on! Well, ya' 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', ya' know She bound to put a blanket on my bed