oh naive little me

asking what things you have seen

you're vulnerable in your head
you'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead

creatures fade by night

following things that aren't right

and they're tired and they need to be lead

they'll scream and they'll wail till they're dead
but give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

beaten, battered, and cold

my children will live just to grow old

but if i sit here and weep

i'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze

and the weak need to be lead

and the tender i'll carry to their bed

and its a pale and cold affair

i'll be damned if i'll be found there

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

as someone you don't want to be

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am

oh give me to a rambling man

let it always be known that i was who i am