(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