Rambling on my mind. . I got ramblin'. . I got rambling 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
Rambling on my mind. . I got ramblin'. . I got rambling 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
Rambling on my mind. . I got ramblin'. . I got rambling 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
to life on a make-shift stage. . It's the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music
(wilkin/burch/wilson). . Your love is like a ramblin' rose. The more I feed it the more it grows. Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah. . Ramblin' rose you're looking for. ? ? ?. Ramblin' rose
Rambling on my mind. . I got ramblin'. . I got rambling 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
By Bob Dylan. . If you getcha one girl, better get two. Case you run into Gypsy Lou. She's a ramblin' woman with a ramblin' mind. Always leavin' somebody behind. Hey, 'round the bend. Gypsy
I've been down the Mississippi. Down through New Orleans, yes I have. I've played in California. There ain't too much I haven't seen, no there ain't Lord, I'm a ramblin' man. Don't fall in love
I've been down the Mississippi. Down through New Orleans, yes I have. I've played in California. There ain't too much I haven't seen, no there ain't Lord, I'm a ramblin' man. Don't fall in love
By Robert Johnson. Recording of November 27, 1936. San Antonio, Texas. . I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. Asked the lord above
By Robert Johnson. Recording of November 27, 1936. San Antonio, Texas. . I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees. Asked the lord above
ti. ar. al. Bob Dylan"Freight Train Blues". I was born in dixie in a boomer's shack. Just a little shanty by the railroad track. Freight train was it taught me how to cry. The holler of the driver
