I can settle do-wn and be doin'just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin'down th e line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow m y stack
I love you ba-aby, 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 settle down even if I should
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
'Cause it's the life I believe he meant for me
And when I'm gone and at my grave you stand
Say, the Lord called home your ramblin'man
I love to see the tow-owns a passin'by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
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Well I know it's hard but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin'man
When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin'man