(originally by Vince Gill)
Have you ever had a thing for a woman
A thing that make you lose your mind?
Every time you start to think about her
Sends shivers up and down your spine
My daddy was a bit of a rounder
Said women gonna make you go blind
I told my old man I'm right over here
And I like the way I see just fine
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
Now, I'm just a hillbilly gypsy
And I ain't one for settlin' down
If I thought somebody might miss me
Hell, maybe I'd hang around
But I got to keep on movin'
'Cause every town's just a little too small
Ain't a thing in the world I don't love about a woman
I'ma gonna try to love 'em all
'Cause I'm the son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
Son of the runnin' kind
I'm the son of a ramblin' man
I come from a long, long line
I come from a long, long line, yeah, I do
Come on