When the rent is not behind
Well, that's the way it goes
Day's in Mississippi
Movin' mighty slow
Like that old blackbird
Standing by the road
Able wind at times get rough
To just pick up and go
Further on down the line
Hey rich man, poor man
Mr Operator
Mr Operator
Mr Operator
I get them ramblin' blues
I get them ramblin' blues
Well the wino has a bottle
A hobo has his rail
A rich man has everything
A poor man has his spells
When he longs to leave his woman
The bills and all the kids
He's got a longing to be free to see
All the things he never did
Get them ramblin' blues
Get them ramblin' blues
Operator, operator, I'm dying to my last dime
Put me through to him
Mr Operator
Mr Operator
Mr Operator
Now they don't try anymore
How does it all come to happen
That's not what love is for and if I thought it was
I would leave you in the morning
I'll sooner sleep on the floor
Oh, when will we learn really what loving is
Not what you get in return, but what you give
To think they once tore down a wall of a door
Now they don't speak anymore
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