I'm waiting on that home bound train It's 2 am and it smells like rain In my dirty boots and holey jeans Stories of the times I've seen I'm proud to be a Ramblers son Well I ain't ashamed of the things I've done And I'll be damned if it wasn't worth every cent Of the change in my pocket that I shouldn't of spent I had a Memphis love I thought is true I like the way she breathes right on through But I learned to laugh and take my time 'Cause life's too short to fall in line Yeah I'm waiting on that home bound train To carry me away to where the angels sing I ain't talked to God the way I should But I'll tell him I did the best I could You tell him I did the best I could.