you have sailed the sparkling waters of the shady sandy coast of carolina from the rock bound coast of maine down past virgina 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 saint paul to where she flows into the sea you have seen the early sun light kiss the blue grass on a cold kentucky morning and the palomino oceans of the kansas wheat field when the west wind blows you ve gone gypsy loose and run and chased rainbows in the mississippi sunset just a number one hell raiser with the 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 jet n they ain t got time to touch the earth i guess their feet don t hit the itching when they hear the whistle blow they ain t crossed the chattahoochee and there ain t no ramblers anymore you have heard the lonesome rattle of the midnight freight train in the easy hours you ve been burned by arizona sun stood shivering in the minnesota snow you have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom perfume in a alabama evening you ve stood drunk beside the highway wishing that hell you still had some place left to go cause there ain t no ramblers anymore