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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 go, I believe I 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 no good
That I wouldn settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callinme
There somethinor the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it 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 eath god blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
ause that the life I believe he meant for me
And when I go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblinman.