I can settle dow-own and be doinjust fine Til I hear an old train rollindown the line Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack And if I didnжЉ° go, I believe IжЉЋ 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 IжЉ¦ no good That I wouldnжЉ° settle down if I could But when that open ro-oad starts to callinme ThereжЉЇ somethinoжЉЏr the hill that I gotta see Sometimes itжЉЇ har-rd but you gotta understand When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblinman. I love to see the tow-owns a-passinby And to ride these rails жЉ§eath godжЉЇ blue sky Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea жЉЌause thatжЉЇ the life I believe he meant for me And when IжЉ¦ go-one and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ra-amblinman.