Ramblin'Man -Yat -Kha /Albert Kuvezin
Written by ：Hank Williams
I can settle down and
Be doing just fine
'Til I hear an old freight
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 calling me
There's something o'er
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 towns
A passing 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 rambling man