I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler. I'm a lo--ng way from home.
If you people don't li-ke me, I can make out on my own.
But it's dark and it's rainin', and the moon gives off no light.
And my pony can hardly tra-a-vel, on this dark-ened road at night.
You know once I, had a true love, though her age was just sixteen.
But her parents did not like me, and now she feels much the same.
If I'm writ on your di-a-ry, well blo-ot out my name.
Cause there's changes in the ocean, and there's chan-ges in the sea.
And there's changes in my own true love, but there ain't no change in me.