Ramblin' Blues歌词

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
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编辑于2024/02/09更新