Angry man rambles.
He hates to leave his woman,
But she is unkind.
This is an old, well known Robert Johnson blues song that Bob Dylan recorded in 1962. It's available on the rare "50th Anniversary Collection" album, which was released in 2012 as a way to extend copyrights on a number of songs that Dylan recorded at the time.
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
Runnin' down to the station, catch the first mail train I see
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'
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
He hates to leave his woman,
But she is unkind.
This is an old, well known Robert Johnson blues song that Bob Dylan recorded in 1962. It's available on the rare "50th Anniversary Collection" album, which was released in 2012 as a way to extend copyrights on a number of songs that Dylan recorded at the time.
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
Runnin' down to the station, catch the first mail train I see
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'
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
Hello Robert, thank you for posting this interesting analysis of a song from Bob Dylan's Music Box. Come inside and listen to every album, every song composed, recorded or performed by Bob Dylan plus so much more.
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