I got a friend named Ramblin’ Jack
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He’s got a face like a tumbled down shack
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That’s been lived in too long to be torn down
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He’s high on life and low on luck
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And big on driving diesel trucks
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And knows the boys that built them by the sound
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Most of his lifetime he’s been wasted
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On the wine of life he’s tasted
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And I guess the rest, Lord, he was stoned
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And he’s known to lay his weary head
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In some funky, unfamiliar beds
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But he was only looking for a home
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[Chorus:]
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And I know he ain’t afraid of where he’s going
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And I’m sure he ain’t ashamed of where he’s been
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He has paid a little piece of his soul
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For every seed that he’s been sowing
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And he made his own mistakes, and love, and friends
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Ain’t that what matters in the end
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Soulful songs and sailing ships
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Put a smile upon his lips
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Easy as the laughter in his eyes
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And if he knew how good he’d done
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Every song he ever sung
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I believe he’d truly be surprised
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Looking back he’s come so far
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Looking at his lucky star
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Somewhere, out there, rocking on the road
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Risky nights and wasted days
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Wild and righteous, wicked ways
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Mixing up the music in his soul
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[Repeat Chorus]
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I got a friend named Ramblin’ Jack
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Ramblin' Jack
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| Kris Kristofferson |
