I can settle dow-own and be doiní just fine
Til I hear an old train rolliní down the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didnít go, I believe Iíd blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a rambliní man.
Some folks might sa-ay that Iím no good
That I wouldnít settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to calliní me
Thereís somethiní oíer the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes itís har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-ambliní man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passiní by
And to ride these rails íneath godís blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
ícause thatís the life I believe he meant for me
And when Iím go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-ambliní man.
Williams Hank Jr Tabs