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I got a friend named Ramblin' Jack He's got a face like a tumbled down shack That's been lived in too long to be torn down He's 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 he's been wasted On the wine of life he's tasted And I guess the rest, Lord, he was stoned And he's known to lay his weary head In some funky, unfamiliar beds But he was only looking for a home Chorus: And I know he ain't afraid of where he's going And I'm sure he ain't ashamed of where he's been He has paid a little piece of his soul For every seed that he's been sowing And he made his own mistakes, and love, and friends Ain't 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 he'd done SongtexteEvery song he ever sung I believe he'd truly be surprised Looking back he's 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 Ramblin' Jack Aus Songtexte Mania