Ramblin' Man

Ramblin'Man -Yat -Kha /Albert Kuvezin

Written by ：Hank Williams

I can settle down and

Be doing just fine

'Til I hear an old freight

Rolling 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 baby but

You gotta understand

When the lord made me

He made a rambling man

Some folks might say

That I'm no good

That I wouldn't settle

Down if I could

But when that open road

Starts to calling me

There's something o'er

The hill that I gotta see

Sometimes it's hard but

You gotta understand

When the lord made me he

Made a rambling man

I love to see the towns

A passing 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 rambling man