Hank Williams, Jr. and Boxcar Willie - Ramblin’ in My Shoes

Now daddy told me stories 'bout the
Winos and the freight trains
That mama 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 mama 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

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

We played every song of Jimmie Rodgers
And we sang every one of ol' 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

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