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-inby
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.