Ramblin' Man

I can saddle down and be doin? just fine
Till I hear an ol? train, rollin? down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn?t go, I believe I?d blow my stack
I love you, gal, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a ramblin? man
Some folks might say that I?m no good
That I wouldn?t saddle down if I could
But when that open road starts callin? me
There?s something over the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it?s hard, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a ramblin? man
I love to see the towns a-passin? by
And to ride these rails, ?neath God?s blue sky
Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
Cause that?s the life, I believe He meant for me
And when I?m gone, and at my grave you stand
Just say God?s called home your ramblin? man