[Verse 1]
Folks in Nashville slammed the door
Said we don't want you anymore
Find your own way down the road
Pack your fiddle and your guitar
Take a train or take a car
Find someone else to keep you from the cold

[Chorus]
Rolling and rambling
Women loved him half to death
He sang with whiskey on his breath
His heart broke like a child's
Rolling and rambling
The sun has set out on the trail
The hobo's drifted up the rail
He's taken his last ride

[Verse 2]
Oh, he always sang the blues
Like it was all he ever knew
He didn't sing at all that night
He was pale and as he dozed
He didn't know his time had closed
Slumped in the back seat to the right
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[Verse 3]
So they send him on night train South
Through the cities and the rural routes
Just one more place to go
Ah, the whistle sang the bluest note
Like it came from his own throat
Moaning sad and crying low

[Chorus][x2]