Leavin

When the evening sun goes down

I'm going to ball you baby, and ramble on

Don’t you let my leavin grieve you

When it comes to rambling, lord, I’m natural born

Don’t let my leavin’ grieve you

Don’t know where I’m headed

Don’t remember where I’m from

Only when they lay me down will I feel at home

Don’t let my leavin’ grieve you

Ten thousand women came from the east and the west

To the burial ground as I got my rest

"Low down, good for nothin'" she said in her Sunday dress

But when it comes to ramblin’ yonder lies the best

Don’t let my leavin’ grieve you

When the evening sun goes down

I’m bound to ramble on