If I ever settle down
You’d be my kind
And it’s a good time for me
To head on down the line
Heard it in a love song
Heard it in a love song
Heard it in a love song
Can’t be wrong
Oh well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around
I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they’re all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don’t even know my name.
They call me the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man,
Trying to make a livin’ and doing the best I can,
When it’s time for leaving, I hope you’ll understand,
That I was born a ramblin’ man
My mama was the cold north wind,
My daddy was the son of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don’t even run…
Never heard the whistle of a southbound freight,
Or the singing of its driving wheel,
No, I never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’ after all.
I was born in the wagon of a travellin’ show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep,
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep…
Every time I kiss my children
Papa’s words ring true
He said, “Children live through you
Let them grow! They’ll leave you, too”
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?
Where the hell are ya, daddy, that’s what I’m sayin’
Down on my knees in tears and I’m prayin’
Wishin’ and hopin’ my dreams could come true
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, slow down some ‘cause you’re makin’ me run
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Mama don’t go,
Daddy come home…
I don’t want to play house; I know it can’t be fun
I’ve watched mommy and daddy
And if that’s the way it’s done
I don’t want to play house; It makes my mommy cry
'Cause when she played house
My daddy said good-bye
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mama cry
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus,
Underneath the mistletoe, last night…
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue
I’ll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV ?
That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothin’ get your chicks for free
We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV’s
We got percentage points and lousy joints
And all the glitter we can use
Mama so uh huh, don’t call us, now we’ll call you
Call me (Call me) on the line,
Call me, call me any, any time
Call me (Call me) my love,
You can call me any day or night,
Call me…
Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home