Ramblin’ in My Shoes

Album cover art for "Ramblin’ in My Shoes" by Hank Williams Jr. & Boxcar Willie

Hank Williams Jr. & Boxcar Willie - Country, Outlaw Country

Ramblin’ in My Shoes

2 Plays

Duration: 3:14

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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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Credits

Writers
  • Wild Bill Emerson