Don't fall in love with me darling I'm a rambler,
Although you're the sweetest sweetheart in this world,
It's all for your sake dear that I'm leaving,
Don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl.
I handed you a line dear and I'm sorry,
You're just a little sweeter than the rest,
Believe me when I say I don't want to hurt you,
Or do anything to mar your happiness.
If I'd never had the blues, little darling,
Or the lure of the road, on my mind,
But I'm bound to hear the whistle of a freight train,
And the boxcars as they rattle down the line.
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