Ramblin' Blues (Newbury Mickey)

I'm like a feather in the wind I cannot fly, I cannot fall Like a tree that cannot bend In the end, I'll lose it all In my need to free this dreamer Locked inside me all these years Grow up a band of gold and grow old They are my greatest fears I get them ramblin' blues I get them ramblin' blues Well the wino has a bottle A hobo has his rail A rich man has everything A poor man has his spells When he longs to leave his woman The bills and all the kids He's got a longing to be free to see All the things he never did Get them ramblin' blues Get them ramblin' blues Operator, operator, I'm dying to my last dime Put me through to him For I do believe I am running out of time And use that time It is a circle Where the circle has no end So a man should ramble around some long The ending would begin The end of ramblin' blues Ramblin' blues I got them ramblin' blues