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| Born To Be A Rambling Man Copyright 2004: Second Wind I've tried my hand as a working man Didn't turn out to be half bad But it didn't turn out to be much fun So I started back doing what I've always done Bendin' guitar strings and gettin' paid to sing Stayin' out all night, no alarm clock ring I get up early every afternoon And eat my lunch by the light of the moon I was born to be a rambling man out on the open road Tirelessly devoted to the seeds that I've sewn I might as well be trying to be the president I'm told But I'm not afraid to gamble on the cards that I hold For a second time I gave love a try But that woman couldn't keep me satisfied Said that she loved me for who I am But she'd turned me into a different man Sittin' on the couch while my friends went out Ain't what livin' is all about Now I travel these roads and sing my songs Wherever I go I never stay long |