Intro:
D C G D
Lace your shoes with country blues,ramble down that dusty old road.
verse 1
D C G D
Take your money down into town, gonna get rich in the game
D C G D
You come on home drunk down at daybreak, you got no room to complain
D G D
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black,
A D
cause the the trains all runnin' on the same old track
G D
You can't feel nothing but your life flying by
A G
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
verse 2
D C G D
Grandpa had him a wandering eye, he must have passed it on down to me
D C G D
None of the girls are pretty as Susan, but I like some that I see
Chorus
Instrumental
Chorus
verse 3
D C G D
The bottom of the bottle sure makes you feel good, I like you better that way
D C G D
So clap your hands and make up a song, I hear every word that you say
Chorus x 2
Outro (SLOWLY)
D C G D
What in the world can a poor boy do but let his old rambling roll.