Bob Dylan - From a buick 6

^CI got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid ^GShe's a junkyard angel and she always gives me brea^Cd ^GWell, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my b^Ced.

^CWell, 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 ^GShe comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with t^Chread ^GWell, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my b^Ced.

^CWell, she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch ^GShe keeps this four-ten all loaded with le^Cad ^GWell, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my b^Ced.

^CWell, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead I need a dump truck mama to unload my head ^GShe brings me everything and more, and just like I s^Caid ^GWell, if I go down dyin', you know she bound to put a blanket on my be^Cd.