You have sailed the sparkling waters
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of the shady sandy coast of Carolina.
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From the rock bound coast of Maine
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down past Virgina to the sunny Florida keys.
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You have chased the whistling wind along
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the painted canyon walls of Colorado.
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And you followed that big river from
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Saint Paul to where she flows into the sea.
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You have seen the early sun light kiss
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the blue grass on a cold Kentucky morning.
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And the Palomino oceans of the Kansas
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wheat field when the west wind blows.
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You've gone gypsy loose and run and
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chased rainbows in the Mississippi sunset.
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Just a number one hell raiser with the
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taste for whiskey, women and the road.
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And there ain't no ramblers anymore,
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and you can take that for what it's worth.
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Seems like everybody's jet'n
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they ain't got time to touch the earth.
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I guess their feet don't hit the itching
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when they hear the whistle blow.
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They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee.
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And there ain't no ramblers anymore.
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You have heard the lonesome rattle of the
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midnight freight train in the easy hours.
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You've been burned by Arizona sun,
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stood shivering in the Minnesota snow.
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You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom
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perfume in a Alabama evening.
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You've stood drunk beside the highway wish'n
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ta hell ya' still had some place left to go.
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Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore,
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Leased not like there use to be.
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Everybody's on vacation,
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or watching something on T.V.
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They ain't ever been to Tuscon,
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or been in jail in Mexico.
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They ain't ever going to Bowsik.
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Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
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Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
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Ain't No Ramblers Anymore
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
