Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Written by: hank williams, sr.

I can [am] settle dow-own and be doin' just fine
Til i [e7] hear an old train rollin' down the [am] line
Then i hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if i [e7] didn't go, i believe i'd blow my [am] stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the [e7] lord made me
He made a ramblin' [am] man.

Some folks might sa-ay that i'm no good
That i wouldn't settle down if i could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that i gotta see
Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin' man.

I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath god's blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
'cause that's the life i believe he meant for me
And when i'm go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say god called home your ra-amblin' man.