Steve`s Last Ramble

<br>I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` round <br>Hangin` up my highway shoes <br>Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound <br>And they carry me away from you <br>Every night I lay my body down <br>My empty arms just leave me blue <br>So I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round <br>And find my way back home to you <br><br>I have always been the travelin` kind <br>A million miles behind me now <br>I kept on followin` that thin white line <br>But now I want to turn around <br>I only lived to hear that highway sound <br>High and lonesome - low and blue <br>Now I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round <br>And find my way back home to you <br><br>So say goodbye to all my ramblin` pals <br>Ol` Highway Dave and Southside Sue <br>I don`t believe they`ll miss me anyhow <br>What`s one less wayward soul or two <br>Down the road they`ll pass the jug around <br>And they`ll sing them lonesome highway blues <br>But me I`m thinkin` `bout givin` up this ramblin` `round <br>And find my way back home to you