Lyrics Casey Donahew Band – Ramblin’ Kind

Well I’ve been to New York and I’ve been out to L.A.
I floated down the Brazos City Hurricane
Lost myself somewhere along the way
And I found myself sittin’ in this cheap cafe

I was talkin’ with the waitress, with the crooked smile and painted on face
She said «A-hey mister can you get me, out of this place?»

Now I’m on a Greyhound bus, rollin’ hard and fast
Lookin’ at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it’s a good thing I got this photographic mind
‘Cause I’m just your Ramblin’ kind

Sometimes I hear, a little voice inside my head
He says «Call in sick to work, sit on your couch instead
Grow yourself a beard, start actin’ a little weird

Well there was a judge in Johnson County, said that I did not appear
Before his court, said I was stuck in Ft. Worth
Just sippin’ on a long one, sittin on my back porch

I’m on a Greyhound bus, rollin’ hard and fast
Lookin’ at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it’s a good thing I got this photographic mind
‘Cause I’m just your Ramblin’ kind

Most of these days, I just get high and watch the tube
Hang out at my friends’ place swim in their pool
I drink all o’ their beer, I smoke all of their weed
I don’t ever steal I just, take what I need

I’m on a Greyhound bus, rollin’ hard and fast
Lookin’ at the world through the bottom of my glass
Said it’s a good thing I got this photographic mind
‘Cause I’m just your Ramblin’ kind
I said I’m just your Ramblin’ kind