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