Wandering Soul
© 2021 Bob Stump
My daddy was a travelin man he left my mamma all alone
she said he was just a rolling stone never even telephoned
Mamma raised me right from wrong
but she died too young
the rest of everything that I got I learned it on the run
don’t give your heart to a travelin man
cause the highway is his home
he’s got ramblin in his blood
and a wandering soul
Little towns or big cities may be the country side
every time I try to settle down I’m never satisfied
woman you can try and hold me here
or you can weep and moan
but I don’t know if I can shake these restless bones
don’t give your heart to a travelin man
cause the highway is his home
he’s got ramblin in his blood
and a wandering soul
