Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Golden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hank Williams
Songwriter
Lyrics
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
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 ramblin' 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 callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's hard
But you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a ramblin' man
I love to see the towns a-passin' 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 ramblin' man
Just say God's called home
Your ramblin' man
Written by: Hank Williams