Rambling Woman BluesAll my biscuits are broken,and I'm eating the crumbs.Sometimes you just take itany way that it comes.Oh, my baby is rambling,and I can't track her down.It's three weeks tomorrowsince she rolled out of town.And I know she's a good girland she won't do me wrong,but the days are so empty and the nights are too long.I ate all the oystersand I'm down to the shells.You know we all do thingsthat none of us tells.And my best friends are tiredof me singing the blues - well, if I told the truth, friends,I'd say I'm tired too.But I need a companionwhen I get so lowdown.When my friends say, "Good night, Slim,"