Ramblin' Blues

I'm like a feather in the wind
 I cannot fly but I cannot fall
 Like a tree that cannot bend
 In the end I may lose it all
 In my need to free this dreamer
 Locked inside me all these years
 Oh, a band of gold and growing old
 You're my greatest fear
 Got them ramblin' blues
 I got them ramblin' blues
 Well, the wino has his bottle
 And the hobo has his rail
 A rich man has heaven
 A poor man has his spells
 When he longs to leave his woman
 The bills and all the kids
 Got a longing to be free to see
 All the things he never did
 Got them ramblin' blues
 He's got them ramblin' blues
 Operator operator
 I'm down to my last dime
 Put me through to her
 I do believe I am running out of time
 You said time is a circle
 Well the circle has no end
 So a man should ramble around so long
 The ending would begin the end of these
 Ramblin' blues
 Ramblin' blues