Lace your shoes with country blues,ramble down that dusty old road.
verse 1
Take your money down into town, gonna get rich in the game
You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
verse 2
Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me
None of the girls are pretty as Susan, but I like some that I see
Chorus
The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way
So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say
Chorus x 2
What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.