John Mayall - Ramblin' 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 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 (spoken: I think I hear her comin' now) Runnin' 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 leavin' this mornin', with my arm' fold' up and cryin' And I'm leavin' this mornin', with my arm' fold' up and cryin' 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 got mean things all on my mind I got to leave my baby, well, she treats me so unkind