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I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine |
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Til I hear an old train rollin' down the [Am] line |
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Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack |
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And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my [Am] stack |
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I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand |
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When the Lord made me |
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He made a Ramblin' Man. |
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Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good |
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That I wouldn't settle down if I could |
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But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me |
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There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see |
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Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand |
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When the Lord made me, He made a Ra-amblin' Man. |
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I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by |
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And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky |
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Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea |
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'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me |
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And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand |
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Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man. |
