Lyrics:
Williams Lucinda Ramblin

think Ramblin' on my mind I hate to leave you, baby, but you treat me so unkind I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind I got ramblin', ooooh, I got ramblin

Motherless children have a hard time when their mother's dead Motherless children have a hard time when their mother's dead Wanderin' round from door

I can't keep walkin' down the street 'Fore some pretty daddy start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down Please, please, stop breakin' down I got

Well, goodbye, Joe, Me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll

Honey, make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Honey, make it down, make it soft and low Then maybe my good gal she won

Won't you be my chauffeur Won't you be my chauffeur I wants him to drive me I wants him to drive me downtown Yes he drives so easy I can't turn him down

Ramblin' on my mind I hate to leave you, baby, but you treat me so unkind I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind I got ramblin', ooh, I got ramblin

Translation: Williams, Lucinda. Nothing In Rambling.

I was born in Louisiana, I was raised in Algiers And everywhere I been, the peoples all say Ain't nothing in rambling, either running around Well, I