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I got a friend named Ramblinâ Jack
Heâs got a face like a tumbled down shack
Thatâs been lived in too long to be torn down
Heâs high on life and low on luck
And big on driving diesel trucks
And knows the boys that built them by the sound
Most of his lifetime heâs been wasted
On the wine of life heâs tasted
And I guess the rest, Lord, he was stoned
And heâs known to lay his weary head
In some funky, unfamiliar beds
But he was only looking for a home
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And I know he ainât afraid of where heâs going
And Iâm sure he ainât ashamed of where heâs been
He has paid a little piece of his soul
For every seed that heâs been sowing
And he made his own mistakes, and love, and friends
Ainât that what matters in the end
Soulful songs and sailing ships
Put a smile upon his lips
Easy as the laughter in his eyes
And if he knew how good heâd done
Every song he ever sung
I believe heâd truly be surprised
Looking back heâs come so far
Looking at his lucky star
Somewhere, out there, rocking on the road
Risky nights and wasted days
Wild and righteous, wicked ways
Mixing up the music in his soul
Repeat Chorus
I got a friend named Ramblinâ Jack
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- The Cedar Creek Sessions
- Let the Music Play
- Feeling Mortal
- Closer To The Bone
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- Third World Warrior
- Repossessed
- To The Bone
- Shake Hands With The Devil
- Easter Island
- Surreal Thing
- Border Lord
- Jesus Was A Capricorn
- The Silver Tongued Devil and I
- A Moment Of Forever
- Live at the Philharmonic
- Live at RCA Studios 1972
- Live at the Big Sur Folk Festival