I'm like a feather in the wind

I cannot fly, I cannot fall

Like a tree that cannot bend

In the end, I'll lose it all



In my need to free this dreamer

Locked inside me all these years

Grow up a band of gold and grow old

They are my greatest fears



I get them ramblin' blues

I get them ramblin' blues



Well the wino has a bottle

A hobo has his rail

A rich man has everything

A poor man has his spells



When he longs to leave his woman

The bills and all the kids

He's got a longing to be free to see

All the things he never did



Get them ramblin' blues

Get them ramblin' blues



Operator, operator, I'm dying to my last dime

Put me through to him

For I do believe I am running out of time

And use that time



It is a circle

Where the circle has no end

So a man should ramble around some long

The ending would begin



The end of ramblin' blues

Ramblin' blues

I got them ramblin' blues