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 did 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 no good
That I would settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
There somethin the hill that I gotta see

Sometimes it 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 eath god blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
Cause 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-amblin man.