I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack And if I didn't go, I believe I'd 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 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-ard but you gotta understand When the lord made me, he made a ramblin' man. I love to see the tow-owns 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's called home your ra-amblin' man.
Written by: SHELTON HANK III WILLIAMS
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