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 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' over the hill that I gotta see Sometimes it's 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 beneath 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 called home your ra-amblin man.