I Can’t Stand To Ramble

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I used to get so restless when I stayed at home
Couldn’t stand the sight of me alone
And to stay the same was moving backwards more than standing still
To ramble ’round was my greatest thrill.

    I can’t stand to ramble no more
    I’d rather count the flowers growin’ at my door
    I’d rather sit and think of places I have been before
    I can’t stand to ramble no more.

I used to have this driving desire to be out on the road
Now it’s just another weary load
And the wanderlust that used to burn is faded to a glow
In a longing for the sweet things that I know.

This life’s got me goin’ places I have been before
I hear the wolves howlin’ at my door
I’d like to settle down with the best man that I know
And make some sweet old memories of our own.