(David Munyon / S.P. Standley / Klaus-Peter Bartels / Bernhard Bohms)

a traveling song for all you songwriters...out there...

When I was a young boy
My father said to me
Take this old guitar, my father gave to me
Sail up the oceans and never fall in love
Money won't be with you, keep you eyes on the dove of peace

I am a ramblin' man, I am a ramblin'man

I climbed up on a mountain, the mountain of my dreams
I asked my heavenly father why Jesus died for me
He said I was not born as yet, though he still loved me

I am a ramblin' man, I am a ramblin'man

In Deutschland, in Alfeld on the 9th of March
I saw my mother's eyes, my father was parched
I heard the celebration, the party for my birth
An' now I travel far away always to return

I am a ramblin' man, I am a ramblin'man

I met my friend in grade school in this very town
We played football an' chased the pretty girls around
But I fell deep in love with the woman of my dreams
Now I work so hard, she works harder than me

I am a ramblin' man, I am a ramblin'man

To say I am alone now would be silly lie
I have so many friends I never say goodbye
A cup of German coffee and a cigarette
Is all I ever need to forget my regrets

I am a ramblin' man, I am a ramblin'man

David Munyon: vocal, guitar
Thomas Klippel: hammond b3
Beo Brockhausen: jew's harp
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass