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  didn抰 go, I believe I抎 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抦 no good

That I wouldn抰 settle down if I could

But when that open ro-oad starts to callinme

There抯 somethino抏r the hill that I gotta see

Sometimes it抯 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 抧eath god抯 blue sky

Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea

抍ause that抯 the life I believe he meant for me

And when I抦 go-one and at my grave you stand

Just say God called home your ra-amblinman.