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.