Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
Charley Crockett
I can settle down and be doin' just fine
Til' I hear an old freight rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go, believe I'd blow my stack
I love you baby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, he made a Ramblin' Man
Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
Well, when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
There's somethin' over that hill I just got to see
Sometime it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a Ramblin' Man
I love to see the towns a-passin' 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 Ramblin' Man
Ramblin Man was written by Hank Williams.