Ramblin' - Ornette Coleman

Well, I love you, baby But you gotta understand When the Lord made me He made a ramblin' woman He made me, he made me Some folks Some folks might say that I'm no good That I wouldn't settle down if I only could I love to see the towns go crawling by There's something I've got to do Before I die I love you, baby But you gotta understand When the Lord made me He made a ramblin' woman He made me, he made me Some people say That I do just fine 'Cause I hear sweet song Moving down the line And when that old southern train come a-calling me There's something over the hill I just got to see Well, I love you I love you, baby But you've gotta understand When the Lord made me He made me He made a ramblin' woman He made me, he made me Now, when I'm gone When I'm gone and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ramblin' woman I love you I love you, baby But you've gotta understand He made me a ramblin' woman He made me

Lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars I was born a blue child Of the wild western sky But I left my prairie home Found a boxcar for to ride Now I'm way down in Okema Earning blisters on my feet With my guitar and my buck knife Thumbing down Woody Guthrie Street So lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars Don't look for me in glory Don't look for me below 'Cause I'll be riding on that freight Where the souls of ramblers go And there's a sadness that follows Most everywhere I roam You can see it on my smile You can smell it on my clothes Sometimes all that running It never lasts too long So keep me good and loaded And I'll keep singing songs Lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars Don't look for me in glory Don't look for me below 'Cause I'll be riding on that freight Where the souls of ramblers go If I don't leave here tomorrow I believe I'll blow out my brains But either way there'll be sorrow And you won't be seeing me again Lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars Don't look for me in glory Dont look for me below 'Cause I'll be riding on that freight Where the souls of ramblers go