The rambling rambler rambled

Down the dirt road

Kicking up dust

On legs that were bowed

On feet that were blistered

By old cowboy boots

He never stopped moving

Never put down any roots

The rambling rambler rambled

Across state lines

Tipping his hat

At each “Welcome to” sign

Sampling the food

Made famous in each state

He’d continue down the road

When he’d cleaned off his plate

The rambling rambler rambled

While whistling a tune

With no plans of where he’s going

No plans of stopping soon