I can [am] settle dow-own and be doin’ just fine Til I [e7] hear an old train rollin’ down the [am] line Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack And if I [e7] didn’t go, I believe I’d blow my [am] stack I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand When the [e7] lord made me He made a ramblin’ [am] man.
Some folks might sa-ay that I’m no good That I wouldn’t settle down if I could But when that open ro-oad starts to callin’ me There’s somethin’ o’er the hill that I gotta see Sometimes it’s har-rd but you gotta understand When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin’ man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin’ by And to ride these rails ’neath god’s blue sky Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea ’cause that’s the life I believe he meant for me And when I’m go-one and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ra-amblin’ man.