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Ramblin' Man's
Lament
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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| Wrote the chorus right after listening
to some Townes van Zandt. He wrote the saddest songs and they
sound so real and personal. This is the real me. "Can't
Help Myself" and this one are carved from the same block
of wood. |
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Well, if I handed you my money
would you lay your body down
Would you let me hold you, would you chase away my frown
I don't ask for your passion, I don't ask for your mind
Mine will be with the one I love, the one I left behind
A man is born a rambler, it ain't pretty but it's true
Sometimes a man has his regrets about the things he has to
do
A man is born a rambler and the road gets so long
I know a man must carry on but tonight I ain't that strong
So if I handed you my money would you lay your body down
Would you let me hold you, would you chase away my frown
I don't ask for your passion, I don't ask for your mind
Mine will be with the one I love, the one I left behind
They say there's comfort in the bottle but the bottle is a
liar
I ain't never seen no liquor puttin' out no fire
They say there's comfort in the needle but I can't imagine
spikin' my veins to comfort me much
So tonight I'm seekin' shelter in my mind and in your touch
So if I handed you my money would you lay your body down
Would you let me hold you, would you chase away my frown
I don't ask for your passion, I don't ask for your mind
Mine will be with the one I love, the one I left behind
A man is born a rambler...
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