Ramblin’ in My Shoes

[Verse 1]
Now daddy told me stories 'bout the winos and the freight trains
That mama never wanted me to know
That I had spent my younger days sleepin' in a boxcar
She was ashamed that I had been a hobo
She never wanted me to know that he was a hobo

[Verse 2]
Now mama was a Christian and she always read the Bible
She told me all the things that I shouldn't do
But you had railroad fever and gamblin' in your fingers
And a bad case of ramblin' in my shoes
And a bad, bad case of ramblin' in our shoes

[Verse 3]
So I caught a southern bound in Detroit City
And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge
I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie
And you got your first taste of hobo stew

[Verse 4]
I played every song of Jimmie Rodgers
How I loved those old Hank Williams blues
Now every time I hear that lonesome whistle
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad, bad case of ramblin' in our shoes

[Verse 3]
So I caught a southern bound in Detroit City
And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge
I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie
And you got your first taste of hobo stew

[Verse 4]
We played every song of Jimmie Rodgers
And we sang every one of ol' Hank's tunes
Now every time we hear that whistle blowin'
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad, bad case of ramblin' in our shoes