Itching Feet

Born to ramble and born to roam
The open road is all my home
I want for nothing, my life's complete
I'm free and happy with my itching feet
I left my kindred, I left my home
And ever since I've been on the roam
It's in my blood it's got me beat
For I was born with my itching feet

Born to ramble and born to roam
The open road is all my home
Is all my home

[Instrumental]

I'm free and happy just drifting 'round
A different girl in every town
They say I'm fickle and they say I cheat
But I stay true to my itching feet
I'm called a waste and am a ne'er do well
From married friends who have to dwell
With a wife and family and debts to meet
But I'm contented with my itching feet

Born to ramble and born to roam
The open road is all my home
Is all my home

Sandy deserts and black soil plains
Stony ridges and the coastal rains
Ash felt roads and long city streets
Have all passed under my itching feet

Born to ramble and born to roam
The open road is all my home
Is all my home
Is all my home, all my home