Alone on the stage you're a cowboy in lights, Charming the audience night after night They clap their hands for you They all wish you well They go home to families You go home to hotels Well, there's cranky bartenders and Old chambermaids Young waitresses who might like to get laid Some treat you with contempt Some with respect Their faces stay with you Their names you forget You're a rambler, a singer of songs Women don't understand, And don't wait for you long Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on The roads calling you and you wish you were gone Some call you a Rambler, some call you a rogue Some think you're a gambler, some think you're a joke If I knew you better I might not agree, But all I know of you is what I can see With guitar in your hand and the light in your eyes You come on so strong you appear to be wise But when its all over you've nothing to do, But sit in some barroom and down quite a few You're a Rambler, a singer of songs Women don't understand, And don't stay with you for very long Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on The roads calling you and you wish you were gone Oh you're tired of the East coast You long for the West Where the sun always shines And the beer tastes the best But you need what you're getting up there on the stage You like making more than a journeyman's wage So you're trapped in the music that you do so well, You're trapped in the comforts of fancy hotels It's nothing you've said, I just think I can tell If you had your way you'd be gone. You're a rambler, a singer of songs Women don't understand, And don't love you for very long Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on the road's calling you and you wish you were gone Now you gotta keep movin, travelin' on The road's calling you, now you're gone