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I can saddle down and be doin' just fine
Till I hear an ol' train, rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you, gal, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a ramblin' man
Some folks might say that I'm no good
That I wouldn't saddle down if I could
But when that open road starts callin' me
There's something over the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's hard, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a ramblin' man
I love to see the towns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails, ‘neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
Cause that's the life, I believe He meant for me
And when I'm gone, and at my grave you stand
Just say God's called home your ramblin' man
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