I can settle dow-own and be doinjust fine
Til I hear an old train rollindown the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didnæ° go, I believe Iæ blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the lord made me
He made a ramblin man.
Some folks might sa-ay that Iæ¦ no good
That I wouldnæ° settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callinme
Thereæ¯ somethinoær the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes itæ¯ har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblinman.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passinby
And to ride these rails æ§eath godæ¯ blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
æause thatæ¯ the life I believe he meant for me
And when Iæ¦ go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblinman.
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