Hiking down this old winding road
My frayed guitar’s my only load
Sun in the face, wind in the hair
This is a rambler’s love affair
Shabby blue jeans and dust on my shoes
Have no penny, got nothing to lose
Flat man’s my buddy, holds more than a drop
Perfectly ample till the next stop
Got to the tavern, the sun had set
Having wiped off the dust and sweat
Down by the bar with a drink or two
Slightly wasted by the time I was through
Began to sing and to pick the strings
The folks would offer me all kinds of things
The booze, a bed, some baked beans too
Had not a dime, as they all knew
Tomorrow when the sun will rise
When I wake up and open my eyes
Then I’ll set out to walk the lane
Like in the past I’ll ramble again
Hiking down this old winding road
My frayed guitar’s my only load
Sun in the face, wind in the hair
This is a rambler’s love affair