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Lyrics:
Im just a rambling man Old guitar in my hand Making my way slowly West Lost a card game in Reno At the El Dorado Casino And my heart down in Los Angeles Im just a rambling man I dont make too many plans Got a wanderers heart in my chest So I drive to the desert Through the Indio sunset Where I sing for the sky overhead I used to have dreams about being a star Playing for the bright lights with my electric guitar But passion alone wont get you too far Just you watch for me Im just a rambling man Without a place to stand Moving my wheels here and there Too old for the surfers Too young for the snowbirds I settled in the south Florida air But I used to have dreams about loving someone Growing some roots and raising a son But dreams start to fade like the flickering sun Will you wait for me? I used to have dreams about doing great things Like making people smile with my guitar while I sing And now that I realize I have what I dreamed Ill die a lucky man Im just a rambling man Moving across this land Looking for a place to call home From the New Orleans fountains To the North Georgia mountains I can feel the South deep in my bones But Im just a restless man Toes burred in the sand Watching the waves ride on by And I hope to one day leave But if I get no reprieve The Gulf is where this rambler will dieLyrics:
Give me one good reason not to leave this town Give me one good reason not to go Ive lived my life on open roads In rest stops, bars and hotel rooms And Im not sure where home is anymore Give me one good reason to come back to this place Got an aching deep down inside my chest For some place I aint never seen To find some grace for where Ive been Looking for a soul on which to rest So take me back to that mountain To find me some forgiveness for my soul Wash me deep in that river Let the water rejuvenate these tired bones Give my heart new birth From these ashes and earth Some men were made to wander Some were made for standing still And both those lonely paths Ive traveled down But I aint found the voice to sing From anyone or where Ive been A prophet without honor in his home town
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