Ain't No Ramblers Anymore

You have sailed the sparkling waters

Off the shaded sandy coast of Carolina

From the rock-bound coast of Maine

Down past Virginia to the sunny Florida Keys

You have chased the whistling wind

Along the painted canyon walls of Colorado

And you followed that big river from St. Paul

To where she flows into the sea

You have seen the early sunlight

Kiss the bluegrass on a cold Kentucky morning

And the Palomino oceans of a Kansas wheat field

When the west wind blows

You're a gypsy loose and running

Chasing rainbows in the Mississippi sunset

Just a number one hell raiser

With a taste for whiskey, women, and the road

And there ain't no ramblers anymore

And you can take that for what it's worth

Seems like everybody's jetting

They ain't got time to touch the earth

I guess their feet don't get to itching

When they hear a whistle blow

They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee

And there ain't no ramblers anymore

You have heard the lonesome rattle

Of a midnight freight train in the easy hours

You've been burned by Arizona suns

Stood shivering in the Minnesota snow

You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom perfume

In an Alabama evening

And you've stood drunk beside the highway

And wished to hell you still had some place left to go

'Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore

At least not like there used to be

Everybody's on vacation

Or watching something on TV

They ain't ever been to Tucson

Or been in jail in Mexico

They ain't ever going to Boise

'Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore

'Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore