I can settle dow-own and be doin just fine Til I hear an old train rollin down the line Then I hurry straight home and pack And if I didnt go, I believe Id blow my stack I love you baby, but you gotta understand When the lord made me He made a ramblin man.
Some folks might say that Im no good That I wouldnt settle down if I could But when that open road starts to callin me Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see Sometimes its hard but you gotta understand When the lord made me, he made a ramblin man.
I love to see the towns go passin by And to ride these rails neath gods blue sky Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea cause thats the life I believe he meant for me And when Im gone and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ramblin man.