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.