I've Made Nights By Myself - Albert King

　　I've made nights by myself

　　When the ground was covered with snow

　　I've made nights by myself

　　When the ground was covered with snow

　　When I looked for my lover

　　She was gone that's all I know

　　The rocks was my pillow

　　Make nights all alone

　　The rocks was my pillow

　　I had make nights all alone

　　I really wanted my baby

　　And my lover was gone

　　I got a mind to ramble

　　I got a mind to go back home

　　I got a mind to ramble

　　I got a mind to go back home

　　Gotta mind to be a good boy

　　And leave those evil women alone