The call me the Wanderer,
And from the stories I've heard,
I play to my own drum
I can't stay,
In just one place,
And this life,
Is not a race,
That we try and try to overcome
I'm kicking gravel,
When I'm walking the road,
I feel the Earth, between my toes
And pray to see, another day
Posted thoughts and a pretty face,
I see alot, when I'm on my way,
And I live, for these holidays
Said a lord knows I was born to ramble,
Lord knows I was born to ramble
They call me the Wanderer