I can settle down and be doin' just fine 'Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line Then I hurry straight home and pack I believe I blow my stack
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 over the hill that I gotta see Sometimes it's hard but you gotta understand
I love to see the towns crawling by And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky From the mountains to the sea I believe he meant for me And at my grave you stand Just say God's called home your ramblin' man More from Isobel Campbell