Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Written by: hank williams, sr.
I can [am] settle dow-own and be doin just fine
Til I [e7] hear an old train rollin down the [am] line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I [e7] didnt go, I believe Id blow my [am] stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the [e7] lord made me
He made a ramblin [am] man.
Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good
That I wouldnt settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me
Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes its 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 neath gods blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
cause thats the life I believe he meant for me
And when Im go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your ra-amblin man.
