i never meant to leave her my intentions were to stay it wasn t nothing she had done or nothing she could say to change this old familiar feeling that makes chills run through my skin less she read my mind and saw the sings that point around the bend my toothbrush never leaves my pocket there s no anchor on my feet if my sleepin bag gets dusty and there s not enough to eat i may stay an extra day till i find another town you can bet there s not a lady that can show this freight train down and i ll be moving in the morning leaving you behind if anyone should ask you you can tell them they will find somebody walking down the highway with a guitar in his hand and i ll always be remembered as a free born rambling man lord tell the children when they find me that i died but not in vain they can find reincarnation in the whistle of a train and each time they hear the whistle blow through the stillness of the land they ll know that i was happy as a free born rambling man and i ll be moving 