I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

She got me going down She got me going psycho Got me living on a tightrope But I love that shit Just be open to the possibility of me and you Oh no, you lie I want to, so I Might call you tonight if I do pick up