I'm like a feather in the wind   I cannot fly, I cannot fall   Like a tree that cannot bend   In the end, I'll lose it all      In my need to free this dreamer   Locked inside me all these years   Grow up a band of gold and grow old   They are my greatest fears      I get them ramblin' blues   I get them ramblin' blues      Well the wino has a bottle   A hobo has his rail   A rich man has everything   A poor man has his spells      When he longs to leave his woman   The bills and all the kids   He's got a longing to be free to see   All the things he never did      Get them ramblin' blues   Get them ramblin' blues      Operator, operator, I'm dying to my last dime   Put me through to him   For I do believe I am running out of time   And use that time      It is a circle   Where the circle has no end   So a man should ramble around some long   The ending would begin      The end of ramblin' blues   Ramblin' blues   I got them ramblin' blues