Don't ever knock a bottle out of my hand.
History seems to be so clumsy.
I been studyin' the rain and I'm 'on drive my blues away.
I'm a hard workin' man, have been for many long years.
You may bury my body down by the highway side. So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride.
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.