(Robert Johnson)

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 treats 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 treats me so unkind
Runnin' down to the station
    catch the first mail train I see
Runnin' down to the station
    catch that old first mail train I see
I got the blues 'bout Miss So-and-So
    and the child got the blues about me
And I'm leavin' this mornin'
    with my arm' fold' up and cryin'
And I'm ieavin' t~is mornin'
    with my arm' fold' upped and cryin'
I hate to leave my baby
    but she treats me so unkind
I got mean things
    I've got mean things on my mind
1 got mean things
    1 got mean things all on my mind
I got to leave my baby
    well, she treats me so unkind