Текст: Robert Johnson. Rambling On My Mind.

I got ramblin'

I got ramblin' on my mind

I got ramblin'

I got ramblin' all on my mind

Hate to leave you baby

But you treats me so unkind

And now babe

I will never forgive you anymore

Little girl, little girl

I will never forgive you anymore

You did not want me

baby, why did you tell me so?

And I'm runnin' down to the station

catch that first mail train I see spoken: I hear her comin' now.

And I'm running down to the station

catch that old first mail train I see

I've got the blues about Miss So-and-So

and the child got the blues about me

An' they's de'ilment

she got devilment on her mind

She got devilment

little girl, you got devilment all on you rmind

Now I got to leave this mornin'

with my arms a-fold'up and cryin'

I believe

I believe my time ain't long

I believe

I believe that my time ain't long

But I'm leavin' this mornin'

I believe I will go back home