The Rambler

Miles and miles of hard ground
‘Till you lay your body down
Soon as morning rolls around
You’re up and gone again
Kind of free, kind of trapped
You wanna cry but gotta laugh
It all kind of overlaps
When you’re out here in the wind

A little older and younger than you ought to be
Seen too much and not as much as you thought you’d see
Some men see a hill and feel like they just ought to be on the other side
The good Lord made the rambler
But the devil taught him to ride

You’re making twenty, you’re saving ten
‘Till you get that ache again
Then you’ll spend whatever you have to spend
To take away your blues
Thirty days is awful long
When the road you’re riding on
Makes you weak instead of strong
And you got something to lose

A little older and younger than you ought to be
Seen too much and not as much as you thought you’d see
Some men see a hill and feel like they just ought to be on the other side
The good Lord made the rambler
But the devil taught him to ride