I used to be a rambler when I was on my own, then I met you and said I’d trade my rambling for our home.  You took me to the courthouse, you bought a wedding band.  I gave up that old way of life, but you’re still a rambling man.  You’d better quit your rambling, step up and settle down, or the next time you come home I’ll be rambling bound.  You’re out there on the highway, just doing as you please.  I’m back here on the homeplace scrubbing laundry on my knees.  I ramble to the henhouse, I ramble to the stove, all this rambling in one place will make a girl grow old.  You’d better quit your rambling…  My daddy was a rambler, left mama all alone.  She raised us ‘til we were old enough to ramble on our own.  I should have known the story, should have headed her advice: never marry a rambling man, lest you want to marry twice.  You’d better quit your rambling…