The Ramblin’ Life

I learned to play the blues from the preacher's son

Drank enough strychnine in church what it don't bother me none now

Got a good Christian raisin' but I'm in it for the thrill

Got a child in Louisiana, maybe two in Mobile, maybe two in Mobile

I killed a man with the knife that he left in my back

Half Cherokee & Irish but my daddy was Black

Ass pocket full of whiskey, straight razor in my shoe

I felt that Mississippi Mojo a time or two, yes a time or two...yes a time or two

Ole Death be a waitin' now - there ain't no doubt

It's a ramblin life till the road runs out...till the road runs out, yea...till the road runs out

Shootin' dice in Alabama...the man got mad

He said 400 dollars is all the money he had

Shot him twice as he walked toward

I said livin' or dyin' between you and the Lord, between you and the Lord, between you and the Lord

Ole Death be a waitin' now - there ain't no doubt

It's a ramblin life till the road runs out...till the road runs out, yea...till the road runs out..Lord

Take the train down to Memphis, down to New Orleans

Eat your biscuits baby and your pork & beans

Ole Devil come calling...now I took his bet

You know the black cat bone ain't failed me one time yet

Well I drink all your whiskey... drink all your gin

Put some salt in your pocket, start you losin' again

You got you a nickel, I gotta a dime right now

I play the Devil's blues, I don't work no plow

Picked all your cotton, picked all your corn

Ain't got no clothes for Sunday, all tattered and torn

I want a 100 dollar suit and a Stetson hat

Just like Ole John Lee Hooker said, I like it like that...yes I like it like that...I like it like that

Ole Death be a waitin' now - there ain't no doubt

It's a ramblin life till the road runs out...till the road runs out, yea

Till the road runs out...mmmm...til the road runs out...yea