Ain't No Ramblers Anymore

You have sailed the sparkling waters
Off the shaded sandy shores of Carolina
From the rock-bound coast of Maine
Down past Virginia to the sunny Florida keys
You have chased the whistling wind
Along the painted canyon walls of Colorado
And you believed that big river
From Saint Paul to where she flows into the sea

You have seen the early sunlight
Kiss the bluegrass on a cold Kentucky morning
And the Pulcino oceans of a Kansas wheatfields
When the West wind blows
You're a gypsy loose and running
Chasing rainbows in the Mississippi sunset
Just a number one hellraiser
Just a number one hellraiser
With a taste for red-eye woman and the road

There ain't no ramblers anymore
And you can take that for what it's worth
Seems like everybody's jetlag
They ain't got time to touch the Earth
I guess their feet don't get to itchin'
When they have a whistle blow
They ain't crossed the Chattahoochee
There ain't no ramblers anymore

You have heard the lonesome rattle
Of a midnight freight train in the easy hours
You've been butted by Arizona sun
Stood shriverin' in the Minnesota snow
You have smelled the sweet magnolia blossom perfume
In an Alabama evening
You stood drunk beside the highway
And wished to hell you still had some place left to go

There ain't no ramblers anymore
Least not like there used to be
Everybody's on vacation or watchin' something on T.V.
They ain't ever been to Tucson or been in jail in Mexico
They ain't ever goin' to Boise
They ain't no ramblers anymore.