Ain't No Way

You have sailed the sparkling watersof the shady sandy coast of
Carolina.From the rock bound coast of
Mainedown past
Virgina to the sunny
Florida keys.
You have chased the whistling wind alongthe 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 kissthe blue grass on a cold
Kentucky morning.
And the Palomino oceans of the
Kansaswheat field when the west wind blows.
You're a gypsy, loose and runningchasing rainbows in the
Mississippi sunset.
Just a number one hell raiser with thetaste 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'nthey ain't got time to touch the earth.
I guess their feet don't get to itchinwhen 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 themidnight 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 blossomperfume in a
Alabama evening.
You've stood drunk beside the highway and wishedta hell ya' still had some place left to go.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore,
At least not like there use to be.
Everybody's on vacation,or watching something on
T.V.They ain't ever been to
Tuscon,or been in jail in
Mexico.They ain't ever going to
Boise.Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.
Cause there ain't no ramblers anymore.