Hank Williams Jr. — Ramblin in My Shoes

Now daddy told me stories Bout the winos and the freight trains That momma never wanted me to know That I had spent my younger days Sleepin' in a boxcar She was ashamed that I had been a hobo She never wanted me to know that he was a hobo Now momma was a Christian And she always read the bible She told me all the things that I shouldn't do But you had railroad fever And gamblin' in your fingers And a bad case of ramblin' in my shoes And a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes So I caught a southern bound in Detroit City And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie And you got your first taste of hobo stew I played every song of Jimmie Rodgers How I loved those old Hank Williams blues Now every time I hear that lonesome whistle We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes We get a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes Yeah, we caught a southern bound in Detroit City And we rode it all the way to Baton Rouge I met up with a man called Boxcar Willie And you got your first taste of hobo stew We played every song of Jimmie Rodgers And we sang every one of ole Hank's tunes Now every time we hear that whistle blowin' We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes We get a bad bad case of ramblin' in our shoes