Ramblin' Jack

I got a friend named Ramblin' Jack

He's got a face like a tumbled down shack

That's been lived in too long to be torn down

He's high on life and low on luck

And big on driving diesel trucks

And knows the boys that built them by the sound

Most of his lifetime he's been wasted

On the wine of life he's tasted

And I guess the rest, Lord, he was stoned

And he's known to lay his weary head

In some funky, unfamiliar beds

But he was only looking for a home

And I know he ain't afraid of where he's going

And I'm sure he ain't ashamed of where he's been

He has paid a little piece of his soul

For every seed that he's been sowing

And he made his own mistakes, and love, and friends

Ain't that what matters in the end

Soulful songs and sailing ships

Put a smile upon his lips

Easy as the laughter in his eyes

And if he knew how good he'd done

Every song he ever sung

I believe he'd truly be surprised

Looking back he's come so far

Looking at his lucky star

Somewhere, out there, rocking on the road

Risky nights and wasted days

Wild and righteous, wicked ways

Mixing up the music in his soul

And I know he ain't afraid of where he's going

And I'm sure he ain't ashamed of where he's been

He has paid a little piece of his soul

For every seed that he's been sowing

And he made his own mistakes, and love, and friends

Ain't that what matters in the end

I got a friend named Ramblin' Jack