Well, don't turn your back I'm talking Talking about how I can't love on you And don't close the door I'm walking Walking off your line like so many times before Cause girl, you know I's bound to ramble I was born to get gone when the early sun come And no, I ain't never had much direction But I never got lost tracking good times to your door So, let this old soul bleed Turn back your desperate glares when you're in need I don't run from trouble But I will fall out of sight When the moon trades the sun for the night And when I grow tired and grey The people they will whisper when they say Hell, that old fool went and rambled himself to the bone I reckon he will die all alone He's just a sittin' there sippin' on that glass Smoking darts and talkin' 'bout his past But don't ever ask him if he's ever been tied down 'Cause a ramblin' man's got ties in every town