You have sailed the sparkling waters Off the shaded sandy shores of Carolina From the rock-bound coast of Maine Down past Virginia to the sunny Florida keys You have chased the whistling wind Along the painted canyon walls of Colorado And you believed that big river From Saint Paul to where she flows into the sea You have seen the early sunlight Kiss the bluegrass on a cold Kentucky morning And the Pulcino oceans of a Kansas wheatfields When the West wind blows You're a gypsy loose and running Chasing rainbows in the Mississippi sunset Just a number one hellraiser Just a number one hellraiser With a taste for red-eye woman and the road There ain't no ramblers anymore And you can take that for what it's worth Seems like everybody's jetlag They ain't got time to touch the Earth I guess their feet don't get to itchin' When they have a whistle blow They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee There ain't no ramblers anymore You have heard the lonesome rattle Of a midnight freight train in the easy hours You've been butted by Arizona sun Stood shriverin' in the Minnesota snow You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom perfume In an Alabama evening You stood drunk beside the highway And wished to hell you still had some place left to go There ain't no ramblers anymore Least not like there used to be Everybody's on vacation or watchin' something on T.V. They ain't ever been to Tucson or been in jail in Mexico They ain't ever goin' to Boise They ain't no ramblers anymore.