Rambling's Going To Be The Death Of Me Bert Jansch

D   Ask me why a Arambler ain't Ggot no Dhome.
D   Ask me why I Asit and Ccry aDlone.
G   I wish I Dknew,
G   I wish I Dknew;
If I Aknew, I'd Cknow what to Ddo.

D   Day in day out seems I'm Arunning Gall on my Down.
D   Day in day out there's Aweakness Cgrowing in my Dbones
GWhoa it no Duse,
GNo it no Duse;
My Amind is dead, got to Cturn my body Dloose.

DWish mama you could Ahear the Gwords that I Dcry.
DWish mama now if Aonly CI could Ddie.
But Gmy time is Dlate,
GMy time is Dlate,
I'm Aon my own and CLord, I got it Dstraight.

D   No girl I've loved has Aever Gheld me Ddown.
D   No reason can I Agive for Cleaving this Dtown.
GMy love is Dtrue now,
G   My love is Dtrue,
But the Aroad is long, got to Csee my journey Dthrough.

So Dgirl don't deny the Afreedom that's Gborn in Dme,
DGirl don't deny that a Arambler must Calways be Dfree.
G   Some day you'll Dsee now babe,
G   Some day you'll Dsee,
That my Aramblin's going to Cbe the death of Dme.