I can settle down and be doing just fine, till I hear an old fray rolling down the line.

Then I hurry straight home and pack. And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack.

I love you, baby, but you gotta understand. When the Lord made me, he made a rambling man.

Some folks might say that I'm no good, that I wouldn't settle down if I could.

But when that open road starts to callin' me, there's something over the hill that I gotta see.

Sometimes it's hard, but you gotta understand. When the Lord made me, he made a rambling man.

I love to see the times a -passin' by, and to ride these rails beneath 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, you rambling man.