Ramblin

I got Ramblin',

I got Ramblin' on my mind

I got Ramblin',

I got Ramblin' all on my mind

Hate to leave my baby,

But you treat me so unkind

I got mean things,

I got mean things all on my mind

Little girl, little girl,

I got mean things all on my mind

Hate to leave you here,

Babe, but you treat me so unkind

Running down to the station,

Catch the first mail train I see

(I think I hear her coming now)

Running down to the station,

Catch the old first mail train I see

I got the blues about Miss So-and-So,

And the child got the blues about me

And I'm leaving this morning

With my arm fold' up and crying

And I'm leaving this morning

With my arm folded up and crying

I hate to leave my baby,

But she treats me so unkind

I got mean things,

I've got mean things on my mind

I got mean things,

I've got mean things all on my mind

I got to leave my baby,

Well, she treats me so unkind