The Rambler

You were born in a southern fall it might of been Sunday but I can't recall all the birthdays I must have missed your first steps and your first kiss I don't even know if you know my name but you should hear the truth before it's too late so I hope this finds you on some highway

Cuz I'm an old time rambler I call the road my home forgive my indiscretion it's the only way I know a million miles from Kentucky but I will always be around so turn the radio up when your heart breaks down

I played for tips and I played for less I played a pretty southern girl right out of her dress she danced until the lights came on but there's a reason she's here instead of being at home she said the songs you sang made the whole room cry and that night I told a young man's lie when I said I would call her and I said I'd write

Cuz I'm an old time rambler I call the road my home forgive my indiscretion it's the only way I know a million miles from Kentucky but I will always be around so turn the radio up when your heart breaks down turn the radio up when your heart breaks down

I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry I'm sorry for the promises that turned to lies if I could turn back the hands of time I'd take you back and try try try to make you understand that this is who I am

I met a devil in an old motel it seems I ain't got much of a soul to sell my glass is empty my hands are blue and the doctor gave me about a month or two well I thought I would make it to you this year so forgive me one last time my dear and tell your mother I won't be coming home

Cuz I'm an old time rambler I call the road my home forgive my indiscretion it's the only way I know a million miles from Kentucky but I will always be around so turn the radio up when your heart breaks down turn the radio up when your heart breaks down