| Well mama, ridin? down this highway, Oh highway 95 |
| Sometimes I don? t know if I? m even dead or alive |
| And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin? fool |
| And I got me no spendin? cabbage |
| And I sure do think this old world is cruel |
| Seems like I been here such a long time before |
| Used to be a free man, could knock on any woman? s door |
| And that is why, that is why I was born a ramblin? fool-ooo-ool |
| And I got me no spendin? cabbage |
| Sure do think this old world is cruel |
| Play it for me one time |
| Ha, ha, ha |
| Yes, all you? all talkin? to me |
| Well you work yourself on sundown, workin? like a dog |
| Bring your money home and your mama sez its gone |
| So what? s the use in workin? your fingers to the bone |
| When your children don? t even love you |
| Lord, when you? re gone |
| Take my time this time and get it right |
| Till my feet are spreadin? dem wings, time to take flight |
| That is why, that is why I? m still a ramblin? fool |
| I? m such a fool |
| And I got me no spendin? cabbage |
| Sure do think this old world is cruel |
| Yeah |
| And I got me no spendin? gee dye, ah ha huh |
| Sure do think this old world is cruel |
| And I got me no spendin? cabbage |
| Sure do think this old world is cruel |