| He’s got that funny name
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| An' ramblin' that’s his game, that’s it
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| He’s Rambo, talkin' bout
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| Me!
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| We’ll see (Piano)
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| They call him Rambo 'cause he’s travellin'
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| He don’t stay one place
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| His life’s a string he keeps unravellin'
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| He don’t leave no trace
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| He’s got a yen for changin' places
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| He digs changin' scenes
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| That way he stays in everybody’s good graces
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| He’s happy on the move
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| He’s mobile and free
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| He wants no strings attached
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| That’s how it’s gotta be, see!
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| He’ll keep on ramblin' till the coda
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| He don’t stay one place
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| Because he’s just a ramblin' man
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| His favorite hobby’s hittin' the road
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| He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code
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| Some people’re born to roam
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| Fate gave 'em roamin' natures
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| An' so they wander aroun'
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| Leavin' people wondrin' when they’ll touch the groun'
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| Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon'
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| Wherever they never been before
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| As soon as you’re used t’their face
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| They’re off 'n runnin' again
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| Gone to another new place
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| Peripatetic is the only word
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| That I have ever heard that people could use
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| That really describes him
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| There’s no other word could do that
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| Only other word I know that comes
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| The closest to it is «Gypsy»
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| An' that don’t really fit him at all
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| «Cause he ain’t tellin' fortunes
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| 'N hates bein' dipsy
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| Everywhere I go they call him Rambo
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| 'Cause he won’t stay long
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| In my ramblin'
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| I’ve met a lotta people here 'n there
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| An' I find they’re 'bout the same everywhere
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| Each with his own little thing
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| That he uses while he’s tryin' to swing
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| Maybe the look ain’t the same
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| But they play the same game
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| An' there’s quite a bit o' difference
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| In their outlook, I know
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| Still 'n yet, their story, lem’me tell you
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| Is a story that you won’t forget
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| When I was young 'n very green
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| I felt so stuck with m’present situation
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| Later, when I got a little older
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| That was when I discovered I could split
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| 'N find myself another groove
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| That was all I need
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| I was on the move
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| I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin'
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| To this day I’m a rover who’ll always be ramblin'
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| You git drug stayin' in one place
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| Depressed an' feelin' low down
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| Get new kicks movin' roun'
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| Roamin' the country’s educational for you
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| 'N widens your point of view
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| Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out
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| 'N that’s true without a doubt
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| Y know? |
| I mean y’dig — -
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| That’s Rambo’s gig
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| Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t’split
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| Oh yeah, he’ll start packin' 'n quit it
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| Forget it! |
| 'Cause he’s done with it
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| That’s Rambo! |
| Travellin' light
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| Stay too long he’ll git uptight
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| So his motto is «Keep movin'»
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| You got it! |
| That’s his bit!
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| Nex' time he might leave an address
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| 'Cause the little girl that he met
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| Las' night
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| Paid him so much attention
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| That it got him a bit uptight
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| We might not have t’call him Rambo
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| 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down
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| He’s gone the way of all men
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| Fat, skinny or tall men
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| It happened to this Rover we know — Rambo |