Slim Dusty — Itching Feet

Born to ramble and born to roam The open road is all my home I want for nothing, my life's complete I'm free and happy with my itching feet I left my kindred, I left my home And ever since I've been on the roam It's in my blood it's got me beat For I was born with my itching feet Born to ramble and born to roam The open road is all my home Is all my home [Instrumental] I'm free and happy just drifting 'round A different girl in every town They say I'm fickle and they say I cheat But I stay true to my itching feet I'm called a waste and am a ne'er do well From married friends who have to dwell With a wife and family and debts to meet But I'm contented with my itching feet Born to ramble and born to roam The open road is all my home Is all my home Sandy deserts and black soil plains Stony ridges and the coastal rains Ash felt roads and long city streets Have all passed under my itching feet Born to ramble and born to roam The open road is all my home Is all my home Is all my home, all my home