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.

Writer : WILLIAMS, SR., HANK
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.