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.