Lyrics:
I'm like a feather in the windI cannot fly, I cannot fallLike a tree that cannot bendIn the end, I'll lose it allIn my need to free this dreamerLocked inside me all these yearsGrow up a band of gold and grow oldThey are my greatest fearsI get them ramblin' bluesI get them ramblin' bluesWell the wino has a bottleA hobo has his railA rich man has everythingA poor man has his spellsWhen he longs to leave his womanThe bills and all the kidsHe's got a longing to be free to seeAll the things he never didGet them ramblin' bluesGet them ramblin' bluesOperator, operator, I'm dying to my last dimePut me through to himFor I do believe I am running out of timeAnd use that timeIt is a circleWhere the circle has no endSo a man should ramble around some longThe ending would beginThe end of ramblin' bluesRamblin' bluesI got them ramblin' blues